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She woke up in her woods, warmed by filtered sunlight. And in spite of the danger she may have put herself in, she found herself quite calm. She was thoroughly excited for the game that she'd begun, but she would wait until he called for her. And he would call. Of that, she was quite certain. She peaked his interest. She brought up Red, who had once been a friend of hers, and then she ran from him. How could he resist her challenge?

She stretched her tiny limbs and sighed softly. The night went more or less as she had hoped it would. Things didn't go too far, and she felt pretty safe overall. He could have mauled her if he had wanted to. It was a risk she took. He didn't. That had to amount for something. And her woods protected her, as they always had. She really was quite certain that the storm came when it did because the woods knew she needed it. And she was grateful.

She could no longer smell his scent on the air around her, and was sure that he had gone. Where to, she was uncertain, but it didn't really matter right now.

"She's such a touchy subject," she mused, aloud, while wandering deeper into the forest. She could hear a running stream nearby and had an urge to clean her muddy, rain dampened fur.

It was a curiosity, the wolf's attachment to a pale fleshed human girl. For Red was simply a young woman who traversed these wood from time to time to help her little old grandmother who lived on the edge of the forest. She didn't need to travel through the woods, but she always did. And he could always smell her coming. And he was always there at her beck and call, though he liked to spin it the other way. Obviously, the woman bowed to his lust, he'd convinced himself. And she let him believe that. Whatever she needed to do to make him play her game.

The rabbit remembered once watching Red stumble out of the woods on unsteady legs, hiking her basket up in her arms and fixing her cape to cover her tattered dress. The rabbit spent a lot of time around the outskirts of this forest, for she loved the sheep that belonged to Red's grandmother. Red's eyes met hers as she tried to steady her wobbly legs, and those pale cheeks flushed a deep red. Hence, Red's nickname as given to her by her wolf. Many claimed that the nickname had to do with her cape, but that blush of hers, that was the real cause. She was sure of it.

"Aren't you a little torn up to be visiting your grandmother?" Rabbit had asked, with a teasing grin.

"Wouldn't you know," Red had laughed, "I might be."

"Your clothes are in tatters."

"But not my cape," she had said with a grin, "And Grandma-ma's eyes aren't all that good any longer. She will not notice, let alone mind."

"As long as you can walk straight."

Red had smiled, steadying up on her legs finally, "Oh, you watch me." And she had laughed, pulling herself together before knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" had asked a quiet voice from within.

"It is I, Grandma-ma, your Riding Hood."

"Oh, Sweetheart, I've been waiting for you! The door is unlocked. Please, come in."

Red had taken a moment to look back at the rabbit and grin, whispering quietly to her and her sheep, "You two behave now," with a wink.

If rabbits could blush, she sure would have.

But that was months ago. She hadn't seen Red recently, but her curiosity over what kept that girl coming back to the wolf grew in the following weeks. Each time she'd watch Red stumble out of the forest, hair a mess, clothing tattered, the rabbit couldn't help but wonder what about the wolf held her attention, and how it felt to be so ravaged.

She'd contacted him first. In secret. She didn't want anyone to know, especially her little sheep. The tender creature could not handle her seeking to know the wolf better. And she was uncertain still whether it would lead to anything tangible or not. Best not break her white fluffy's heart if there wasn't a need. And tell truth, she did feel a little dishonest about what she did at night when her Sheepy was sleeping, but it was all innocent enough. Wasn't it? Nothing really happened.

Rabbit found the river stream near the outskirts of the forest, and sat on the edge of the water bank, dipping her feet into the water and gazing into the shallows. There were tiny fish below her, and she asked them quietly, "I'm not dishonest, am I?" And the fish kept swimming below her, unaware and silent.

"Am I?" She asked herself.

"Are you what?" Asked a familiar voice behind her.

She drew a sharp breath, and then another slower, deep breath to calm herself before she turned her head to smile at her approaching lover.

"Am I worthy of such a beautiful cloud?" She smiled wide.

Sheep approached with a giggle, "Oh, you."

She sat beside her rabbit and snuggled up close. Rabbit wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her head to her own breast, kissing the sheep's ear.

"I missed you," her sheep whispered.

"I know, sweetie. I missed you, too."

"Where have you been of late?"

"Here and there, it would seem. Running from a wolf."

"He was here?" her sheep looked up, concerned.

She touched her nose with her paw, "Don't worry. The woods protect me."

"Honey, you can't always expect the trees to protect you. The notion, well, it's unsound."

" So says you. You don't hear the trees speak the way that I do. You grew up on the outskirts."

"And you were raised in the dark, I know, I know." The sheep shook her head, "Still, you worry me, sweetheart. The darkness is no place for such a beautiful little rabbit."

"Now who's the flatterer?" The rabbit grinned.

"I mean it."

She kissed the sheep then, and held her close, giving a tiny squeeze. "And I'm all right. I mean that. I stay safe for you, you know that."

"I missed you," Sheep said again, a hint of sadness in her tone.

"I missed you, too," Rabbit replied, meeting her sheep's eyes. "I love you, my fluffy white cloud."

"I love you, too, my fluffy butt." She giggled at her own daring, and traced the edge of the rabbit's tail.

Rabbit moaned softly into the sheep's ear. "Bathe with me?"

"Always."

Rabbit walked backward into the shallow edge of the stream, her hands finding those of her lover, and she guided the sheep into the water. It was warm here, at the edge, under the sunlight.

"It's warm today." Rabbit remarked.

"You're warm every day." Smiled the sheep, wrapping her arms around the rabbit as they waded out into the water together, until it covered all but their collarbones. Rabbit was a bit smaller than her sheep, so the sheep held onto her as if to keep her safe, as if the rabbit couldn't fend for herself in the water. As if the rabbit needed her. And Rabbit let her. It was one of the few moments when her fluffy cloud could feel like she was protecting her.

Sheep nuzzled into her rabbit's fur, kissing the base of her neck, "Why have you been gone for so long?"

" Has it been long?"

"You know it has."

"I didn't mean to. I took a trip to the other side of the woods recently. There was a flower I was trying to find for you that only blooms about a two days hike from here. I wanted to get it for you so bad."

"You know you don't need to get me anything."

"That's not the point, to need. I wanted to."

"Aw, sweetie." The sheep touched her nose to the rabbits, gazing into her eyes. "I just want you."

The rabbit smiled and kissed her jaw. "I know. But it was something I knew you'd like."

"There will be other chances. And maybe next time you can bring me with you?"

"Maybe." She nuzzled into her wool. "Though you really shouldn't be in the woods. You aren't safe."

"Neither are you."

"I am--"

"Don't start that 'I speak to the trees' talk again. You are prey, just like me. Neither of us are safe."

"I grew up here. You wouldn't understand."

Sheep sighed, "Then let me spend some time with you in your woods. Make me understand."

"I can't. You are not safe here and I can't protect you in the woods. I can only protect myself, and that is only because I can-"

"Hear the trees," Sheep sighed, "Well, do you at least understand how I feel? I'm lonely without you, and I worry. Especially when it's dark. Especially with that wolf."

"I do, sweetie. I do understand. I will try not to worry you so. Trust me, though. I am fine."

"At least come to see me every day?" Tears welled up in her deep brown eyes. "I worry so much when I don't see you," she had to cast her gaze downward in order to keep herself from crying.

"Oh, sweet cloud," the rabbit held her closer in the water. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I won't go away again without telling you first. I promise."

"And you'll come to see me every day?"

"Every day."

"Promise?"

"I do."

"Say it, Rabbit." Her sheep insisted.

"I promise," sighed the rabbit.