The quiet, while nice, eventually became unnerving enough that Lyanna could no longer sit still. She was having quite a day in a beautiful world, aye, but it felt almost like... a trap. She couldn't help looking around or over her shoulder for someone or something that might suddenly appear and take her awayβ
Her gaze landed then on something very peculiar: a white fox with three tails. But its tails weren't the strangest thing about it, nor were the red marks on its face; it was the intelligence in its eyes, like it knew things and wanted to speak to someone about it.
So against her better judgment, she leaned forward and held her hand out toward the creature, inviting it to come closer. Perhaps it was dangerous, but weren't animals more afraid of men, anyway? And wouldn't it have already bolted or attacked, depending on whether it feared her or was threatened by her?
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Her gaze landed then on something very peculiar: a white fox with three tails. But its tails weren't the strangest thing about it, nor were the red marks on its face; it was the intelligence in its eyes, like it knew things and wanted to speak to someone about it.
So against her better judgment, she leaned forward and held her hand out toward the creature, inviting it to come closer. Perhaps it was dangerous, but weren't animals more afraid of men, anyway? And wouldn't it have already bolted or attacked, depending on whether it feared her or was threatened by her?