It takes me a minute to understand that he heard me calling the name after he left the tent.
My squirrel
Wolves eat squirrels
You’d have to catch him first
Just be careful. Keep him in the tent during the day
A wave of anxiety crashes over me. Would the wolves really go after Eugene? I could tell them he’s my pet and not to hunt him by accident…but what if that made them more likely to target him just to hurt me?
I glower and grab the pen back.
Why do they hate Fae?
Fox looks irritated that this is the direction that I’ve gone in, but writes:
Because of the magic
They’re afraid?
He shakes his head vigorously.
Not afraid. Angry.
I furrow my brow.
Angry because of what?
Complicated. Would take too long to write.
I feel like he could explain it if he wanted to, he’s just avoiding the topic. Rolling my eyes, I scribble:
But you’re half Fae
Yes
They didn’t seem bothered by you, just me
He furrows his brow, seeming to be thinking, then writes.
Some used to be. Not anymore.
Why?
They’re impressed I survived Dyaspora.
I didn’t hear anyone mention Dyaspora.
He doesn’t bother to write anything back, just gives me a pointed sideways glance and underlines the word“hear”in my last note.
So they were all talking the whole time?
He nods.
Talking to you?
He nods again.
