Still Trying

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illow was quite certain that the skunk she had happened upon was hurt, and that she was the one who needed to assist it. But as she dashed away to grab her healer’s satchel of various herbs and remedies, the skunk disappeared again under the brush. When Willow returned, the black and white critter was missing again.

The wolfess was not one to give up, and she sniffed around for the skunk’s normal scent – the one that wasn’t putrid for self-defense, just who the animal was. It took a few minutes, but she did locate it as it was lying beneath a leafy hedge. Willow was certain it looked very sad.

The girl set down her bundle and pawed it open to search its contents for something that might help her small, reluctant friend. ”This will help, I do believe. I – I won’t come any closer, if that feels safer, okay?”

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck