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𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, its broad branches offering a patch of shade against the strength of the sun. She was slumped forward, exhaustion etched into every line of her face.
Her clothes were disheveled, an amis of dirt and blood staining them. Her hands, though carefully cleaned by Isaac. still trembled slightly from the adrenaline that had surged through her veins not long ago.
The weight of the day was shining down on her as the sun sunk, casting long shadows along Beacon Hill's reserve.
She had saved a life today, yet the reality of it all felt surreal. What if she hadn't been there? What if she had failed?
The softness of Isaac's touch drifting up and down her forearm reminded her that she hadn't. Boyd was alive, he was still with them.
The thought brought a small, tired smile to her lips despite the fact she felt utterly drained.
After the events had unfolded, Isaac had insisted that he whisked Lizzie away to build her strength back up and give her time to calm down.
The soft hum of bees buzzing lazily around the wildflowers filled the air. The wolf and the pixie sat side by side, soaking in the last of the day's sunlight and the beauty of the meadow around them.
They didn't speak, only sat in comfortable, loving silence together, their hands intertwined.
The picturesque meadow seemed to cradle the couple protectively with its beauty. Lizzie reached over to cradle Isaac's face, and that's when he noticed something moving in the tall grass at the edge of the clearing.
"Lizzie, look," he whispered, pointing towards the bushes. Lizzie turned, following his gaze. Emerging slowly from the underbrush was a coyote. Its coat, a mix of tawny and gray, blended almost seamlessly with the surroundings. The animal moved with a cautious grace, its eyes alert but not fearful.
"It's a coyote," Isaac murmured, his voice tinged with awe.
"It's gorgeous," Lizzie whispered back, star-struck by the magnificent creature. She reached her arm out as the animal drew nearer. Isaac quickly caught it, pulling her back cautiously.
The coyote stopped a few feet away from them, sitting back on its haunches and tilting its head, observing the couple with bright, intelligent eyes. It seemed to be waiting for some kind of signal. Tentatively, Lizzie extended her hand, palm up, in a gesture of peace. Isaac breathed out. The coyote sniffed the air, then took a few cautious steps forward, its nose twitching as it caught the scent of the other wolf.
"She's definitely a girl." Lizzie decided, as the coyote brushed softly against the skin of the pixie's knee.
Isaac chuckled, watching them fondly, "Oh really? How do you know?"
