Rey and I were found at foxlight. That’s what Lissa tells us. Right at that very moment when quiet twilight met the dawn and the sun and the moon and the stars wove their light together and the orange streaks of foxes could be seen brushing against the awakening sky. We’ve never seen foxes but I somehow wake up every morning just when the day and night are shaking hands and I stare into the wildlands and as the light grows and spreads I feel like I belong.
It was deep dark winter and the marshes were frozen and glassy and showed the splintered sky. We were nestled in the dip of a valley right at the very edge of the wildlands. We were curled up small and quiet like question marks in a swirl of snow and orange fur and white teeth. Lissa nearly didn’t see us because she wasn’t looking for babies out there right at that wild untamed border. She nearly tramped right past but then she heard a mewl from a creature that almost definitely wasn’t a fox. Lissa doesn’t know which one of us it was and that makes me cross because things like that are important when your whole story is just a few seconds long.
Two tiny babies! One so cross and one so quiet…
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