Wapun Meadow thus always to tyrants

she saw also that he was no beast. and that he was already stealing away. 

she meant to pop out and enforce her fury, chase him further from her presence, but in the effort to climb out phaedra lost all gusto to follow through on punishing measures. 

a final tug of her foot freed her from the cave's access and she glanced where the shadow had fled to, expecting— not green eyes staring back at her. a momentary intrigue transported her from the moment until she remembered herself with a start, and the fur of her nape blazed up like pale flames. 

“who are you? have you been spying on me?”

regardless of having not bid them do so, her legs moved her with a leery air toward the tall fellow.