Hoshor Plains she was beautiful, but nothing really was there

he saw her hesitate, her slight features careful and expression mistrustful. she reminded him of a doe in a field with suckling fawns nearby. delicate. tense. overwrought.

fearful.

he scarcely heard her utterance, but he lifted his vision to her timid face and then back to the dark hole again. he shook his head in a silent no - and canted his sharp muzzle towards a jutting rise several yards away as if to say go there.

the predator waited then to see if she would oblige his request, or flee. if she had any wits about her, she would run faster than her slender legs had ever carried her before.