Sleepy Fox Hollow Come Back

That their bodies and minds would compensate for what they now lacked was something Aure had no shame in agreeing on; and as he took in her scars, so did she the devastation of his own. It seemed as if fur and skin had either been stripped away by some beast or melted by flame ... but she wouldn’t pry, unless he gave way to his own happenings, first.

A soft grunt accompanied his quip, and her tail feathered in an absent wave, “It is becoming easier, I suppose. I like to try to hunt on my own, though, as I once did. Small creatures — voles, for now.” A lull fell between them for a moment, before she added, haltingly, “Fighting, that ... is an entirely other breed of beast.”

Reserved smile on marred lips followed her words, and her ears flickered at the accent belying his own — it was quite familiar to her ears, as she’d known some Rhaesuian’s had chosen such over the natal language. But, he couldn’t be from there, too, could he?