[ silly, ahmi thinks with a good humored snort, would be ignoring me. as asked, the wolf promptly sits the pile into a brilliant blaze in a matter of one single blink (or if you don’t blink, the array of colors from the source of the fire comes and goes just as quickly as the crimson drags across her fur— the eye’s illusion, when it seems as white as the snow again).
with the crackles of the flames eating away at the sticks and wood, popping to earn more life, the wolf sits by lucy’s side and legs her belly fall into laying down.
she crosses her paws, as a lady would her legs, and watches quizzically at the map in her hands. sit with her, child. she enjoys your company this far, and would like to see the map as well. ]
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with the crackles of the flames eating away at the sticks and wood, popping to earn more life, the wolf sits by lucy’s side and legs her belly fall into laying down.
she crosses her paws, as a lady would her legs, and watches quizzically at the map in her hands. sit with her, child. she enjoys your company this far, and would like to see the map as well. ]