Wille visited the Wildwoods that day. She loved the Wildwoods; the birds chirping and being alate. The badgers coming out every Spring. But it was not Spring. So there were no badgers to threaten her. They even had bad in their name. BADger. She looked up in the sky and saw the clouds drift over the sun; making the land dark, then drift away making the land bask and bake in its sunshine. She was not feeling wary that day, she didn't even sniff the air as she basked by a small stone by the pond. Then she heard a leaf crackle. She looked down by her foot, hoping it was her, and not some stranger. She stood up, ready for any attack that would come.
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