I'll admit I'm sorry, not sorry

Kestrel wasn’t one for remaining still for long. Feeling a desperate need to stretch out his limbs, he slipped from the den and out into the sunshine. He could hear the sound of seagulls from here and knew they weren’t far from the beach. He remembered the desperate walk from the ocean to the treeline. Perhaps his brothers… but no, he knew they were gone. His own rescue had been unexpected, pulled from his spot an inch from death's door.

As he walked slowly along, he caught the now-familiar scent of his rescuer. He found her in the shade of a tree on some soft skins. He approached, nodding his head just shy of a bow to her. “Morning, my Lady.” He said softly to the woman who held his life-debt. “Mind if I take a seat?”


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