Driving

Fauve lived a wild life, a care free spirit, who was somehow lost in the heart of the Forrest in the middle of no where.

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The fox jumped out from behind the bush, Fauve eyeing it wearily. Was it morally wrong for her to kill this fox for dinner? She sat fighting with herself. She eyed it as it limped through the forest floor, it's left hind leg bone sticking out, exposed to the world.

She shook her head, as she raised a rock to end both their pains.