Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

A flicker of movement amongst the shadows - his broad head raising. Such a small movement and yet it set her heart to pounding. Suddenly it seemed improper to seek him out in the dead of the night, silly or childish even - like a pup crawling to its mother after a bad dream. 

Heat spread across her cheeks and the fae nearly fled, certain she was disturbing him when his own whispers reached her flickering auds. 

"Demons, " she answered in a matter-of-fact murmur, a knowing glint twinkling in her mahogany optics. 

Liri didn't care to look too deeply into the bond forming between them - afraid that if she held it up to the sunlight, examined and inspected it, that it would shatter like the other glass fixtures of her life that lay scattered in shards at her paws. Sorin was what the elders had called a soul mate, a spirit match. There was an understanding between them, a fragile kinship that evolved between misfits and broken things. 

This didn't mean he would stay. If she looked too closely maybe she'd fuck up and get attached to him, then where would she be when he left? 

The far shifted on her paws, finally surrendering to the comfort of joining Sorin beneath the trees. 

"What steals your sleep?" She asks, feeling she already knows the answer though the identity of his tormentor remains a secret still.