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It was not a question that the young coyote could easily answer, for she knew it was impossible for her to find the words she wanted. Perhaps the language they spoke did not contain the right words. There was something in the spirit of the fire that she envied; something in its warm intensity. It was so comforting, attracting all sorts of people to its warmth and security. And yet, it had the strength to lash out and cause injury; it was so easy to leap out of control. And all the while, it was untouchable and forever changing, flames licking up into the air, and then gone the next second. Clover did not understand it. Fire was something so common, and yet something so unusual to comprehend. That was why it captivated her now, and yet she wasn’t sure where to begin to explain.
She let a soft sigh escape, a smile forming in its wake. "The flames are so mesmerizing," she explained. "I feel like I could get lost in another world if I stare into them; just float way from this place and go where ever I can possibly imagine." The fringe of burnt ochre fell above straw yellow eyes as Clover lifted her chin to find the calming blue of the boy at her side. "Where would you go, Caillen?" Her head titled, hair cascading in waves away from the halo of white braids that always adorned her head. She admired the harmony of cool colors in his pelt while she awaited his answer, but rose to her feet almost an instant later.
Whatever had blossomed between the two during their long day together, Clover was glad she had found it. This was a friendship she had not experienced so fast with anyone else. She felt an ease around the boy that was so natural and wonderful that she found herself not wanting to be left alone; she wanted his presence to linger on. Once again she found that her concept of personal space had been tossed to the wind, and Clover moved to Caillen. Smiling up at him, she maneuvered her frame up close to his. "Your chest looks so inviting," she cooed, letting a cheek rest against him, as her legs curled up beneath her. After a moment, she turned, once again facing the fire, but letting the back of her head rest against Caillen’s chest like a broad, warm pillow.
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