The lassie youngster outpaces her male golden-fur vulpine pet and climbs the yew tree to snatch some berries. She suits herself on the twigs, eating the berries while swaying her tiny legs. Obviously her hazel tunic is filled with mud, tiny barks and lot of greyish smoke dust. The carefree girl does not even bother to feed her pet under the bower of the yew tree until a lad deprives the vulpine without scruples.
Ylaine stands on the twig, gaping. Descending the tree quickly, she chases the boy who is running toward a depot. The depot is almost pitch black, as it will not be used until winter strike. The ray of the sun that penetrates the bay windows of the depot helps her even a little. The barrels had advanced the lad pet thief in his hiding. In the contentious silence, she dawdles through the barrels, perceiving the pathway one by one. "Darn that boy!" she cursed. "Just give me vulpine. I'll exchange it with a red-fur fox."
Ylaine looks upward, seeking for the hoarse voice and saw a boy with a tousle light blonde hair, green small eyes and small crimson lips, smirking at her with a contentment look. He is wearing a dark brown jodhpers if she not mistaken. "So you come from particularly scrounging clan? Or what?!" The wry smile from that brat face disturbs her equanimity.
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