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A young female stumbled through the thick brush and fell heavily onto her tender muscles. The sudden movement shook her surroundings and birds took flight from the small clearing. Tehila hissed in irritation at her unluckiness when looking back. A root stuck out of the dirt, taunting her poor strides and her now dirty white pelt.

She had come to a resolution moment ago to set out to find her childhood friend. However, the other thought her as foolish considering she remembered nothing except a red bow. Shaking her head clear of her thoughts, she stood with her leaf-covered hair sticking up untamed on her head. Sighing, she sat down and began easing her rugid appearance.

At the sound of a voice, a low, cool voice, Tehila shot onto her fours shifted her body to face him. It was obvious she was unaccustomed to remaining alert of her surroundings. She was silent for a moment with her head low in an obvious show of her naturally timid and submissive personality. She stared at his dull-colored eyes before satisfying herself with the assumption he wasn't here to initiate trouble.

"Do you always greet strangers so bluntly?" her voice was soft and even, quiet in the sense it couldn't possibly show malice or anger. She didn't seem to have the intention of answering the somewhat retorical question.

She shrank under the heavy gaze of the stranger like a prey cornered by its pursuer. Perhaps her initial assumption was wrong; something told her he would not normally be considered good company for a peaceful creature like herself. Mentally, she scowled herself for perhaps angering him with her sly comment.

She attempted to keep her weary eyes on his moving figure, tense and ready to retaliate if necessary. "I'm honored, then," she offered a soft reply and a slight dip of the head to his first statement. It could almost be taken as genuine until she shifted her head with a haughty expression that clearly suggested sarcasm.

Tehila couldn't decide whether his question was an insult considering his arrogant stance. "Why wouldn't someone like me be here?"

She let a soft glare cross her features, denying him any dramatic fit. The nerve of the male! Tehila was furious although she knew his worlds held a level of truth deep in her heart. But that was deep, deep in her heart. For now, she was intent on denying his words to the point of doing something rather uncharacteristic: challenging him.

Obviously, it would not be, in any way, a smart decision; however, years of producing a sweet disposition had been eating away her patience and here, in the freedom of the woods, she did not see why she would abide by her formal social rules.

"I don't see why it would be you're business," she huffed as though putting him down some and proceeded to pass him and move on.

He head lowered as his words stung at her tender form reminding her of all the warnings she had received once everyone had caught wind of her intentions. As he spoke and his whole appearance seemed to darkened, her legs began to back until her white fur was pressed against the rough wood of a tree trunk. She lend heavily against the hard object as though her life depended on the tree for balance.

She shook her head before looking at him. "You don't understand," she spoke quietly; "he's out there. He's out there because of me and I have to find him." She then glared at him, "You don't understand because you have no one." It was so rude and so unlike her. It was as though she was intentionally trying to draw out his anger.

Tehila stared at him quietly as though trying to undertand his words but, at the same time, failing to. A strong curiosity emersed her mind as she suddenly realized how little she knew of the other party. He was mysterious in the way she knew little of his background which was new to her.

Her anger seemed to disperse as he continued. His words caused Tehila to begin questioning her motives. Did she really care for her friend, or was it fueled from years of guilt? Was it worth it? Those were answers she couldn't find the answer for, and that troubled her.

What he did next was shocked her beyond words. Escort? He was already walking away and she snapped out of her shock to run after him. "Hold on, there, mister! I don't even know your name and what do you mean your grounds?"

"I'm Tehila," the name was a good place to start. She followed him closely as though trying to embrace the warm from his body and shelter herself from the cold of the forest both physically and metaphorically. She shifted uncomfortably for a second as though debated something before speaking, "Do you live here alone?"

She shifted hesitantly through the necessary bushes and seemingly random obstacles that keep popping up in her way.