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2017-06-06 04:19 pm (UTC)
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She growls, but doesn't answer. She's close. She's close, she can smell it...
And then when she sees what it is, she stops dead.
It's her cloak, her olive-drab cloak with the white fur ruff, hanging haphazardly from a tree branch. That's where the trail stops.
She reaches out to touch it, and the fur is cold under her hand. Her heart drops, and she doesn't know why.
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And then when she sees what it is, she stops dead.
It's her cloak, her olive-drab cloak with the white fur ruff, hanging haphazardly from a tree branch. That's where the trail stops.
She reaches out to touch it, and the fur is cold under her hand. Her heart drops, and she doesn't know why.