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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

Oh no.  It was a horrible matter of misfortune to find a tiger instead of a butterfly.  She wasn't chasing tigers after all.  As such the petite vixen faltered when she spotted the massive feline creature, just resting in the fading sun.  The child bounced on her paws, indecisive.  Maybe I need to find da.  Aine possessed a healthy awareness of stranger danger, perhaps more out of subconscious shyness than actual concern of any possible danger.

Yet the little fox felt uncertain how long it would take to not only find her father but to lead him back.  Would it be rude to make someone wait?  But he's just laying there.  She bit the inside of her cheek, ears flicking back.

"H-hey!" Aine called out from the shadows of the jungle, bouncing on her paws.  Very softly, she cleared her throat.  Her voice surprised even her fairly often, with the power it truly possessed.  She didn't mean to be loud after all, she just... Was sometimes.  "This 's tha Pitt, can we help you?"

— I'll come back when you call me —