Unforgiving

She startled at the sound of a voice, and whipped around to see the purple boy that walked towards her. For a second - just a very small one, mind you - she had thought Beru had returned. But she didn’t recognise the wolf that approached. She hadn’t heard him appear, either. She felt her fur prickle, and the look she levelled at him was far from friendly. “What’s it to you?” She growled.

Had he been spying on her? She didn’t trust easily, and lately she was feeling even pricklier than usual. She glared at the purple wolf, and wondered if she would need to defend herself. If she had to, she would prove that she could take him on!


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