03-25-2020, 02:42 PM
[div style="width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]After the cub had come to her borders, lost and confused, Sweeney had been interested in him. She knew his name, knew where he was from, but didn't quite know about the place he'd come from. He had smelled like fish, so strongly of fish, that the child had been confused on where, exactly he'd come from, or how he'd gotten that smell so strongly. She wanted to smell strongly of the Pitt but felt as though it wasn't strong enough yet. Was there a way of making it stronger or was it just that she'd gotten used to it? She wouldn't ever know.
Following the scent of Kydobi and the child from the day before, Sweeney had snuck out from her own home, leaving behind her siblings - Noor she'd miss, but Mercede she wouldn't, Juno was on thin ice, though she hadn't seen her in a while - and the fox would go into the territory, looking out over the ocean in awe. It was so big, there was so much water, and it smelled so much like fish. There must have been so many in there.
It was beautiful, and it was distracting.
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Following the scent of Kydobi and the child from the day before, Sweeney had snuck out from her own home, leaving behind her siblings - Noor she'd miss, but Mercede she wouldn't, Juno was on thin ice, though she hadn't seen her in a while - and the fox would go into the territory, looking out over the ocean in awe. It was so big, there was so much water, and it smelled so much like fish. There must have been so many in there.
It was beautiful, and it was distracting.
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