[ P ] Taming of the Skunk

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he time seemed to pass slowly out there, far away from home and those that she knew and loved. There were no wolves to talk to, familiar or otherwise. Instead, her time had been filled with collecting herbs and roots from plants not found in her natal Lowlands, smelling all the new smells and packing her satchel full of these new offerings of nature.

Amidst the sweet, sometimes bitter smells of the remedies she found, a foul odor caught her senses, causing her face to scrunch up in disgust instantaneously. ”Oh, ew!” The repulsive smell was accompanied by a startling thought – it’s a skunk! A skunk in trouble!

It was easy to find the male skunk, as his spray still punctuated the air. Green eyes welled with tears because the smell threatened to overwhelm her, to send her away in a hurry. ”Hey little guy, do you remember me?” He was emaciated, half starved – how could she just walk away? ”Did something try to get you?” Slowly, Willow inched closer, holding her breath and praying that the skunk would not turn his tail on her, now that she was so close.

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck