A Gift to a Stranger - In response to King's "Accident.

[Foxter]

The Feralorn pushes quietly on the door to the hospital room with both hands full. One contained the trademark walking staff, the other a small bouquet of flowers for the visitor. With a bowed back and a long blue tail, he carried himself forward quietly and with care to not wake the sleeping victim. He always regretted hearing about things like this. He of course did not have the full story. It only caught his attention in the paper this morning. And though he does not know her personally, he does know she's a contender in the rings. Out of respect and because of his calm nature this was the proper thing to do.

Foxter sat the vase of flowers beside the bed and lowered his head. A silent prayer to he elemental spirits and with a swish of the tail the Feralorn began to make his exit. He looked out of the window before passing over the threshold of the door and watched as the new stream of rain began to fall.