Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28298302-20160824003414/@comment-27669385-20160824025842

Fawn padded to the cave entrance and looked outside at the swirling snow. So bright and white and cold. She swallowed and twitched an ear, not bothering to look back at Moonwing.

"If talking is a choice," she mewled, tiny voice quivering. "Then. . .'"

She took another breath before continuing. "Then what's leaving? Is it a choice or something different?"

(I almost cried writing this :P)