¤† The vixen began to follow slowly, also unaware of the rabbit that quickly crossed their path. Marron optics swiveled in their sockets, gazing at Jagger out of the corner of her eye; and she wondered, with a leaping heart, if he ever was going to finish what he had to say. But then again, she dreaded it at the same time. †¤
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