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yap, is fine 
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Kaena grabbed her shoulder, and Sofi shivered. At the cold, or the intensity of the moment? She didn't even know. She missed her father, suddenly, painfully. He was mostly the only person that would ever touch her. Even as a puppy, she hadn't ever romped or played with anyone but him. Well, and her siblings and mother, but they were long dead and faint smudges of memory compared to the vivid brightness of her adored father. Kaena looked away when releasing her shoulder, after, which gave Sofi a chance to compose herself. Was she going to cry? She couldn't even tell. She felt numb, and cold, and suddenly overwhelmingly tired. She didn't say anything in response, but she solemnly met the other's gaze, feeling somehow that she didn't really need words to convey her thanks. It was such a sticky subject; it was so nice to have someone understand, but sympathy crawled under one's skin. It was a terrible thing to have someone pity you.
A wolf took her eye. It gave Sofi goosebumps. Did coyotes and wolves fight, here? She hoped not, she had no intentions to get into such battles. But the prejudices ran deep in so many that she had met. She could pass for a wolf almost all the time, but was that even what she wanted? So much of what she saw painted them as the aggressor. Of course, she didn't know the details of Kaena's story. Yeah, a wolf took her eye, but maybe she had attacked him first. Or ate his babies, or something? Wasn't that was coyotes were supposed to do? There were all sorts of dark myths, but honestly, they all sounded similarly ridiculous. Her encounter with Kaena now only seemed to confirm to Sofi that so much of the racial tension was completely unfounded.
She had come close to blindness. That would be a strange way to live life. Sofia's sight was her primary means of enjoying the various new places she was traveling. "Were all your scars from wolves?"
. 338 wordsKaena grabbed her shoulder, and Sofi shivered. At the cold, or the intensity of the moment? She didn't even know. She missed her father, suddenly, painfully. He was mostly the only person that would ever touch her. Even as a puppy, she hadn't ever romped or played with anyone but him. Well, and her siblings and mother, but they were long dead and faint smudges of memory compared to the vivid brightness of her adored father. Kaena looked away when releasing her shoulder, after, which gave Sofi a chance to compose herself. Was she going to cry? She couldn't even tell. She felt numb, and cold, and suddenly overwhelmingly tired. She didn't say anything in response, but she solemnly met the other's gaze, feeling somehow that she didn't really need words to convey her thanks. It was such a sticky subject; it was so nice to have someone understand, but sympathy crawled under one's skin. It was a terrible thing to have someone pity you.
A wolf took her eye. It gave Sofi goosebumps. Did coyotes and wolves fight, here? She hoped not, she had no intentions to get into such battles. But the prejudices ran deep in so many that she had met. She could pass for a wolf almost all the time, but was that even what she wanted? So much of what she saw painted them as the aggressor. Of course, she didn't know the details of Kaena's story. Yeah, a wolf took her eye, but maybe she had attacked him first. Or ate his babies, or something? Wasn't that was coyotes were supposed to do? There were all sorts of dark myths, but honestly, they all sounded similarly ridiculous. Her encounter with Kaena now only seemed to confirm to Sofi that so much of the racial tension was completely unfounded.
She had come close to blindness. That would be a strange way to live life. Sofia's sight was her primary means of enjoying the various new places she was traveling. "Were all your scars from wolves?"