Skye was walking along the city streets...okay, not really, but it sounded good that way in her head. She liked being able to narrate her life in a manner of speaking, and liked to make it sound good. 'Skye was walking along' sounded dumb without a catchy title after it...even if it wasn't true. But then again, Skye reasoned with herself, stories are almost never true. You'd have to be really dumb to believe some of them, like the ones with 'unicorns' and 'dragons' and whatever those strange creatures are.
She then came across a cabin. She was slightly curious; a horse was parked outside of it, and all thoughts of stories were wiped from her mind. There was a person in there, she knew it; there was noise, and the scent of wolf was fresh in her nose. She looked at the horse, who seemed to be hungry.
Hesitantly, she drew an apple from the pack she'd found in her house and lay it down in front of the horse. She wondered if it would eat it, or leave it alone; she knew horses liked apples, at least. She hoped whoever owned the horse wouldn't mind...
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