Barrow Fields my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly

yunxu had not tried to be quiet. he knows this, and it has seemed like the least of his worries, fleeing. if anyone from the cliff came after him, they would find the scent of his blood immediately; he can smell it now, heavy and metallic.

he doesn't hide either, though that's no means a product of bravery. simply a lack of skill.

the people he is expecting will come from the cliff, or they will come from the coast. he's not expecting them to come from the field. the scream startles him; he snaps around, less like a shark than its injured prey. his muzzle wrinkles to bare his teeth, tail tucking against his legs as his ears slide back, but the pain grounds him, enough to hold in the fear one wrong move away from sending him after this stranger as well.

breathing heavily, yunxu stares at her. it could be rain or exhaustion that makes her swim in front of his eyes, like a fish beneath the water.