Fox's Glade Touch my soul with yours

in response to the question, her gaze rolled downward a moment, as if she could see the damage beneath her eye. "fine," she answered, noncommitally. blood swelled and trickled through sterling fur, slowly, yet she worried little for the wound; likely less than she should.

"are you? it's been a long time since I've seen a dog out here." she'd gotten the gist that the collie was from far away; a completely alien world she put little energy into trying to understand.