“He asked me if I was a white vulp.” her words were coming easier now and she did not hesitate or stutter.
“And what did you tell him?” he demanded suddenly.
“Nothing sir, I called for the guards.” she answered in a confused tone. She did not like the direction these questions were going.
“And when he ran off where did he go?” he leaned forward onto the table again and a wry half smile crossed his
from a story invented only to frighten children. Fear gripped her. She focused on moving forward hoping to escape the city as soon as possible.
The line before her continued its slow march, moving forward with determined and inexorable purpose. Then it happened. Something or someone touched her shoulder. She jumped letting out a small cry at the same time. She turned to see a tall cloaked figure regarding her quietly.
“You’re a white vulp,” the figure said almost
Saphorria stepped outside. It was still raining. The cobblestone streets were slick and cold as her claws dug in to maintain her careful walking pace. The storm had churned relentlessly for the last three days giving a dreary cast to the city of Norgolis. Storms like this left little visibility for travelers in the forests outside of the city. It would be foolish to think that she could find her way home in this torrential down pour. Because of this she had postponed