A wolf slipping out of the bushes and sudden mist, all gleaming eyes and teeth.
A book. She thought all books were special, once--but only Brendan's was, and it's locked up where she can't get to it. There are many of those strewn about on the ground in her forest.
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no prob :V
Date: 2016-07-29 02:11 am (UTC)A wolf slipping out of the bushes and sudden mist, all gleaming eyes and teeth.
A book. She thought all books were special, once--but only Brendan's was, and it's locked up where she can't get to it. There are many of those strewn about on the ground in her forest.
Deep in her chest, Aisling rumbles in disgust.