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The petite deer-fox always tensed at the scent of Tanglewood. Chest constricting. Thoughts of fire and rage. Instinct pushed her paws backwards, though she had spotted Ry. Who really ought to be resting... Even though she certainly understood cabin fever...
She edges close to her father, only vaguely aware of herself mentioned. Her teeth catch the inside of her cheek. No. She doesn't want anything to do with Tanglewood... But. No one from the swamp had ever offered assistance... Hazel hues flicker uncertainly. Wary. After all, Goldie had seemed so nice... When she first met the pirate captain.
Her wings shuffle listlessly at her side, ears perking upwards as Atticus appeared. Vague. She remembers. He came after... After his mother died. But this was his mother...? Aine watches silently, confused. Lost.
Happy. Reunions should be happy. But her eyes start to sting. Quietly, she pushes against her father, unwilling to intrude on Atticus' reunion. Miracle. Could they have... A miracle? From that burnt down house...?
She wasn't so sure.
[/td][/tr][/table]She edges close to her father, only vaguely aware of herself mentioned. Her teeth catch the inside of her cheek. No. She doesn't want anything to do with Tanglewood... But. No one from the swamp had ever offered assistance... Hazel hues flicker uncertainly. Wary. After all, Goldie had seemed so nice... When she first met the pirate captain.
Her wings shuffle listlessly at her side, ears perking upwards as Atticus appeared. Vague. She remembers. He came after... After his mother died. But this was his mother...? Aine watches silently, confused. Lost.
Happy. Reunions should be happy. But her eyes start to sting. Quietly, she pushes against her father, unwilling to intrude on Atticus' reunion. Miracle. Could they have... A miracle? From that burnt down house...?
She wasn't so sure.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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