[ the best shelter in the wilds are the kuruko clan's tents. but that's not where she wakes up when she comes to again. it's a cave — judging by the smell, it probably belonged to a wild lynx at some point, but the lack of fresh carcasses suggests it must have moved on.
this time, she's ready. it's dark out as she surveys the cave for signs of him. her captor. she hasn't plucked a name out of his head yet, but that's never the first to come. memories. instincts. urges. never anything that would be useful. ]
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this time, she's ready. it's dark out as she surveys the cave for signs of him. her captor. she hasn't plucked a name out of his head yet, but that's never the first to come. memories. instincts. urges. never anything that would be useful. ]