Dear Red, It has been months since I departed from David’s company, seeking my own adventures. However, he refuses to release his hold on me. Where once he spoke only of affection, now he employs cruel language if our paths chance to cross. He also threatens violence should we interact again.
Yet I have found brighter times since our parting. David, it seems, has not moved forward in a similar manner. He begs for my return one moment, only to vow retribution the next if I decline. Which I have, though his pleas stir remembrances I’d rather rest.
Nevertheless, David’s newest threats give me pause. To divulge private matters to my mother would damage relationships I have no desire to harm. While I have faced more perilous dangers than an angry former partner, could David’s fury manifest beyond hollow claims?
My pride insists such worries are foolish. However, pride alone cannot protect against potential harm. To stand alone against any storm David may summon appears unwise, regardless of my independence. Yet seeking aid goes against my nature.
I request your counsel, Red, as these tangled threads vex my wanderer’s spirit. Should I flee and forget, or hold my ground and unravel this knot? The choice could seal my joy or doom me to darker paths left untrod. Wisdom over pride – which shows the truer path? I have only tonight to determine my course. Please offer guidance in this dilemma, if you can. – Running from East of the Sun to West of the Moon
My dear, it seems you’ve tangled with quite the thorn in your paw – this David fellow sounds more beast than man with his howls and threats. But pay him no more mind than the wind in the trees, darling. His barks are all bluff and bluster, meant only to frighten you back to his side. And well I know the allure of familiar suffering over new joy.
But you’ve flown the coop now, my wanderer friend, and found brighter skies beyond the bars of his cage. Don’t let fear or folly snare you again. As for running and hiding – pah! Have you learned nothing of this vixen? We red souls were born to face storms, not scurry from shadows that have no power save what we grant them.
Stay your course, my heart, and let the chips fall as they may. Confront this David directly and tell him your days of dollery are done. Look him straight in the eye that he might see the fox fire within, and know you for wild thing not easily tamed. If still he threatens, hold your ground and call his bluff – but come ready to bare your teeth if needs be. Better a night spent in jail than a life locked in chains of his making.
You’ve roamed too long to be caged again now. Darling, dark places hold no fear for us – we carry the sun within. Let your pride stand tall and proud once more, and trust that you’ve weathered worse than this before. This storm will pass like all the rest, leaving clear skies and open roads ahead for your wandering spirit. Now go with eyes forward, and leave David in your wake and your dust! This vixen believes in you, my dear, as you must believe in yourself once more.
Wolf:
Humph! What poppycock and sentimental drivel our foxy friend Vixen weaves! As if confronting this David fellow oneself would solve anything but invite trouble. Really Red, the last thing this she-wolf needs is your “bold pride” getting her into a tangle she can’t bite her way out of!
Now I know you Reds enjoy living perilously, but some of us have better sense. You may carry your “sun within”, but David sounds a mite wolfish himself – and we both know it takes more than pluck to face down a real bad boss like me! No, this wandering wolfess would do well to stop listening to her pride and pay heed to her instincts.
They tell her quite plainly that however much of a milksop this David has become, he still holds the power to cause her harm. And it’s foolish indeed to back a beast into a corner when you’ve already got the high ground! I say the she-wolf should keep her distance but not lose sight of him. Let this storm blow over without her getting soaked, and wait for a better chance to face him down without risking life and limb.
Stealth serves us better than fists sometimes, Red. I’ve survived this long by knowing when to show fangs and when to stalk quietly from the shadows. Wisdom is realizing not every battle must be won, as long as the war isn’t lost. So flee if you must whelp, but don’t forget – I’ll be watching, and the moment that mongrel slips up I’ll be there to finish what you started! Consider this wolf your backup, and stay frosty. The hunt isn’t over yet!
Snow White:
Oh my, this does seem like quite the troubling situation! I do hope you’re keeping safe, dear reader. While Vixen makes some fair points about standing up for oneself, and the Big Bad Wolf is right to advise caution… perhaps there’s a gentler path that needn’t involve further conflict.
After all, violence and aggression will only breed more of the same. And as admirable as pride can be, it’s not worth risking harm over. My friends, the healthiest choice is usually the high road – have you considered trying openly yet compassionately to resolve things with David? Express your desire for space in a calm, caring way thatdoesn’t corner or condemn him. Reassure it’s not personal, you simply must follow your own path now.
Who knows, opening your heart just may reach whatever good remains in his. And even if not, you’ll know you took the noble route of nonviolence. Perhaps then distance alone can ease things in time. But do take precautions – have trusted others nearby for support if you meet, and avoid being alone with him until tensions fade. You have so much wonderful life ahead my dear! I know that with patience and hope, this too shall pass. Stay strong yet kind – your light will light the way.
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