Do you believe in Ice or Fire

Kitsune was feeling an itch under her skin. She wanted to learn and do and see and explore. She wanted to run as far as her eyes could see, and then some. She was still young, and her parents still kept a careful watch over her and her siblings. That watch might not have chaffed so much, if she didn’t now look at her father with a weariness and a touch of fear. She would never forget the blank expression on his face as he killed those sabers, when he turned back to his children who had broken the rules and left pack lands. When he turned to the stranger whose name she will never know, who lay now in an unmarked grave. His life was taken by her paws.

She was going to find his family one day, she would make sure that they knew what had happened to him. She had no idea where to start, but she would find a way, she had to.

Her paws took her near the Ashen borders, and she shook her little flaming horns as she chewed her lip, and looked over the border. It was taking an awful long time for her to grow up. Couldn’t she be old enough to travel already?


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