left behind

The ship rattled and groaned against the upcoming storm. Maren felt her fur bristle uncomfortably as she made her way further into the location. A young fox darted in front of her, already scaring the poor girl. They were even in her personal bubble! The pup bristled, even more, showing her teeth despite her inability to fight. Instinct kicked in easily and she swiped lackluster at the fox's nose. More or less giving a boop before she turned and darted off. They say animals have an inner sense of things, especially storms and the supernatural. Maren didn't believe much in that hocus pocus.

But she could smell the change in the air. She tried to go deeper into the ship, tried to find somewhere to hide until Medusa came. The young man's confused 'hello' was met with silence as Maren turned a corner and skirted past him. "Leave me alone!" she uttered, feeling suffocated by all these new people but also hating her childish words "go 'way!" She shut her eyes and just ran into the nearest room, just as a terrifying rumble split the calm but tense air. The ship groaned again and she let out a sharp cry of alarm, darting under a moth-eaten blanket. The storm was developing into a more dangerous option. The hurricane season had come to Boreas.

She shuddered under the gross-smelling blanket, hoping the other wolf and his fox friend would not find her.

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