The Wolf's Game
Rest, as if any of us could.
The rabbit, my rabbit, won’t leave me alone. The others disappeared into nothing, while mine stayed sleeping in my arms. I didn’t question it. I enjoy the company. It follows me everywhere, silent except for the faint tap of claws on stone. When it moves, its fur catches the light like frost. When it sits still, it almost disappears. The others give it a wide berth. The first time Dax got too close, it hissed, low and warning, teeth glinting sharper than they should be. He backed off immediately, muttering something about witchcraft.
I didn’t correct him. Let them think what they want.
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