Too cute for my toes

She hadn’t realised how many branches there were in the tunnels until she was trying to return. She stared dubiously down one, and found nothing familiar. She moved on, and peered through another. Maybe? Possibly? Making a decision, she took the path and strode down it. Her paws sure and confident beneath her despite the absolute lack of anything resembling certainty.

Before she could reach her next junction, a wolf was calling out to her. The snowy whites of his coats should have stuck out to her, but she had been so caught up in trying to find her way. She turned her attention to him, noticing the delightful grey crown that adorned his head, and raced down his back. His eyes were a vivid blue that were rather pleasant to look at. His words however, were very strange. “Sorry to burst your bubble love, but I don’t own this place. I don’t think anybody does” she informed him.

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