and though we have sinned all of our lives

[Laurel Booth]

Mm, it's been so long I've forgotten how lovely your writing is! <3

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Some time down the trail was when he first caught sight of yet another pretty face; petite and graceful, her silver body was hard to miss in the dappled lighting as it broke through the canopy. She matched the then patchy grey sky and at the same time, blended in with the rich greens and browns around. His olive-tinted eyes didn't leave her as he continued down the path towards her, still leisure as ever in his saunter. His hands were crammed down in the pockets of his dark pants and a thin smile only spread itself onto his muzzle when they were within a reasonable earshot of one another for speaking.



“Nice to see another face that isn't afraid of the spiders in this place,” he called out with a gentle wave of his bottle-brush tail. So far he hadn't met anyone who reacted badly to the fact that he was a full blooded coyote over a wolf, but he knew that the area around him had those that didn't care for his presence. Even more so, given that he utilized the things left by humans when it was very clear to him that she did not. “It's even better that the rain has cleared up for now, I'd have to say.” Which meant just as his feet were touching the plush ground, so were the hundreds of thousands of spiders that no doubt crawled from branch to branch above them, returning to their raindrop adorned webs.

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