Frey
The fox chitters and leans into Phoebe's touch, while Frey meanwhile offers little more than an enigmatic sort of smile to Jude, selecting one of the peaches and settling on the snow as if it were a fine, down blanket.
"Nature will recover. It always does," they tell the boy with a gentle roll of their wrist. "Nothing is meant to remain the same forever, buttercup. Just remember to respect that which you find, and it will likely show you the same courtesy."
Likely. But that isn't a guarantee, of course.
"Nature will recover. It always does," they tell the boy with a gentle roll of their wrist. "Nothing is meant to remain the same forever, buttercup. Just remember to respect that which you find, and it will likely show you the same courtesy."
Likely. But that isn't a guarantee, of course.
