Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

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He let his gaze cast over her once more. Assuring himself that he'd done little harm. He breathed out a sigh and inclined his head, suggesting they follow the tracks again and talk.
He shook out his pelt before starting off slowly and launched into his perception of events.

"We were returning from a festival. She strayed from the group and I didn't think much of it, she could handle herself. So I thought. I went looking for her when I realised she'd been gone for some time, I heard her cry out distantly and I had to run from the southern edge to here." He paused, shaking himself as if he could discard the guilt that had shackles around him. 
"She said she was attacked by him for no reason. I believe her, she's too timid to do anything to provoke an attack like that." He glanced to Heloise before continuing the description, "He's larger than me, silver -- though probably due to the light -- and mostly dark. In daylight, possibly ashen over most of his body with the silver on his muzzle and underside." 
He fell silent, putting his down to inspect the tracks. He would never shake the feeling that he'd done this to Keen. Exposed her to the worst of people. People like him. 

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