I fully expected him to take me to our tunnel, but to my surprise, he moved the opposite way. He snapped to Woke and Grar, the sound I knew to be ‘furs’ the only word I caught. At once, Woke grabbed a spare hide from the pile in the corner, ones we’d just cleaned in the pool and left to dry in the sun last week, and brought it over to the back wall, the one covered in their artwork, and spread it flat. Seeing that, and the fact that Rowe was heading right for it suddenly had me clutching him hard as a sinking suspicion pooled in the pit of my stomach. “Rowe?” I asked, my voice filled with
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OH THOUGHTS AND FUCKING PRAYERS BABE 😭🙏
