04-24-2008, 07:28 AM
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Fatin swept in like a red ghost, and she spoke to the girl for several moments. It turned out Ember (an ironic name, he supposed) had survived the fire only to lose her family. He knew that she was inexperienced in survival, from her size and the dull luster of her fur. It was her spirit and the will to survive that had brought her this far. She was incredibly lucky she had not crossed the path of the coyotes—they would have cut her down like it was nothing. “She made it this far,” he mused to Fatin, knowing she would not turn away the girl. “I’d even be willing to take her on as a hunting apprentice.” This time, he smiled faintly, sparing his sister a glance.[/html]