She was a fox, so nothing less than evil was expected from her. After all, even the most bestowing of surroundings could not change the template of personality vermin had gotten themselves into.
Neither could the actions of woodlanders who, at first acquaintance, seemed overwhelmingly noble. Yet at the same time, they were stereotyped animals who spoke with cold civility toward no one but her.
The outcast thought of Veil, another youngster. The elders frequently spoke of him with distaste. How she yearned to meet him.
Maybe they would have the same feelings, same thoughts…
Of love lost, but never gained.
