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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Petal Bakery - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b][/center]
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Willow didn’t realize he’d seen her foot and frowns before letting out a little huff as he easily circumvents her and puts the trays away. [color=7EA6D7]“Wait, why haven’t-”[/color] She cuts herself off at the sound of the bell on the door and claps her hands over her mouth as Rowan hides her behind him.

[b]“I’m lookin’ for someone and wanted to see if you might’ve come across her,”[/b] Willow starts to shake as she recognizes the slight southern drawl of Grant Niccolo, one of the wolves from Beowulf. She squeezes her face, afraid that she’ll give herself away.

Grant pulls out a photo of Willow and places it on the counter for Rowan. [b]“She went missin’ just the other day and we’re worried sick. You probably know how the world treats them bunny folk.”[/b] The photo is pretty basic as pictures go; a slightly younger Willow stands in front of a bare wall stock still and wearing the most simple of clothes. One could see she’s clearly miserable - these types of photos were taken by the clan every few years for instances just like this. [b]“Any chance you’ve seen ‘er?”[/b]