“Look'it her pads!” Her fahrar mate pulled Callista's stiff arms
into view for the Primus.
“How did you get these scars?”
He asked, taking her rigid paws for his own inspection.
Callista's
eyes were cast down, ears back with embarrassed shame and guilt. “I
do not remember.” She lied.
Her arm was released to her
relief. Her eyes darted up to her Primus, only to witness the pity in
his look. She looked away again, shame aching so strong, it was like
a physical blow. She resolved to find gloves, before the next
sunrise, that could hide her unsightly paws.
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