[ A fox ready to vanish out a side tunnel in a shake of his tail, Silas teeters uncertain for a moment with this victory that doesn’t feel like much of one in his jaws. ]
Thank you.
[ He crosses for the door.
He doesn’t quite make it out. He turns back at the threshold. ]
You hid your hand from us for months, [ he tells the jamb. ] You might have died. He would have been devastated.
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Thank you.
[ He crosses for the door.
He doesn’t quite make it out. He turns back at the threshold. ]
You hid your hand from us for months, [ he tells the jamb. ] You might have died. He would have been devastated.