Breathe for love tomorrow || p. Talitha
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You didn't do anything, she immediately answered. She didn't look into the twin eyes of her mother, choosing the ocean over that pained expression that no doubt lingered there. Talitha hadn't known that one of Andrezej's aims had been to kill her, to throw her father into such a fit that he would die. Andre had been a weird coyote, with a strangely cunning strategy for things but no sanity or reason with which to look over his aims; that much, she had known. Any coyote that was so unfavoured in Gabriel's eyes to get chucked out of the clan was unforgivably evil, but she would bet anything that Andre's plans had been, in his head, fulfilled.

He had robbed her, at least, of something precious, even though she didn't know it much made a difference. She was thankfully too young for it to effect her very well, and it hadn't worked as flawlessly as the dead coyote would have liked because of that, but he had seriously misjudged her age as well.

She finally did turn her head a little to her mother, with her ears moving back for every half inch her head turned. If it had been your fault, you'd be the one in the sand. Simple truth, as cynical and morbid as that was. If her mother had been at fault, if it had been Faolin who had inspired Andre's attacks, nobody would have let her live, either. She would corrupt another to do the same; that wasn't the case.

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