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“Who are you and why have you been following me?”
The young wolf Said it in a nervous voice. unsure if run or stay.
"I'm sorry dear." The motherly vixen said with a bow. "But this fell out of your bag and I didn't want you to lose it."
She held out a small wallet, offering it with both hands, like she had been taught. One glance would show that this fox was a foreigner; from her accent to her awkward mannerisms. The oddest thing was her missing left leg, replaced by a wooden prosthetic.
she looks the fox and took a sigh after the surprise
“Uhh,, thank you!”
She was more relaxed to know that there is no danger. She extend her arms to grab the wallet and asked to notice the accent.
You’re don’t from here, right?




















