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"I can explain, Madame Kiel, it wasn't what it looked like! I swear" Rowen pleaded.

Bre is Rowen's foster sibling; she was a cute, nine-year-old bunny who wore charming pink fur.

Kiel noticed the necklace and Rowen's empty coin sack.

"I went to ask if they wanted desert," Bre explained, "and his face was in her face."

"I was telling her a secret," Rowen defended.

Kira looked at the ground blushing, nervously smiling.

"He was laying on her."

"We had been wrestling."

"She was making noises."

"I was tickling her," Rowen fibbed, blushing; he too wore the same expression as Kira, staring at the ground.

"It didn't sound like she was laughing..." Bre finished, "you were attacking her!"

Both Rowen and Kira jumped, shooting each other a nervous glance.

Kiel intervened, "That's enough!" She sent Bre off to play with the other children before bed. Kiel adorned a calm and very sinister expression upon her face. "Darling," she pointed to Kira, who, at the mention of her name, froze up, "where did you get that necklace?"

"Um... My mom gave it to me today."

"Hm... I see. What did you spend four silver coins on today?

Rowen was silent, staring at the floor.

Kiel looked cold. "Get out."

"Yes ma'am," Kira scrambled to the door.

"I'll help her out," Rowen followed her.

"No." Kiel stopped him.

"No?" Rowen was scared.

"That was meant for you, Rowen. Get. Out." Kiel was enraged.

"But, why, Madame Kiel?" He was helpless.

Kira and the other gathered cubs, including Bre, stared on in horror.

"I became a foster mother to save the cubs and children of those who were sinners." she began, "I enjoy knowing that I am helping these cubs go to Heaven; I rest in the fact that I am helping the sinners by relieving them of their burdens. If a sinner has no control over their own life, how can they control the futures of their offspring? I am no sinner. I will not help a sinner that sins under my own roof!" she seethed.

In their religion, it is a sin to be affectionate, to any degree, in public; or even in private if they are seen.

Tears streamed down Rowen's, Kira's, and Kiel's faces. Kiel continued, "I won't harbor a devil in my own goddamn house!" she sniffed, "Take your shit and leave. I want you gone within the hour." She tossed him a large bag, "Take the cart in front."

Rowen was stunned

An hour had passed; Rowen was ready. "Goodbye Kiel," he paused, wiping a tear from his face, "I love you."

Kiel looked pained, "I don't love no devil worshipper. You take your fire, you take your, 'I love you's', and you can take your whore of a friend, and you an go straight to Hell!" A tear fell from her face and she slammed the door.

Rowen stood outside the door of his whole universe and wept like a newborn into Kira's shoulder. He wept until he could weep no longer. This house was all he knew. He had lived here for as far back as he can remember. Now he had been exiled. He carried his small bag of things and followed Kira by his paw back to her house where her mother waited, nervous out of her mind.