Bearclaw Valley pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

they sat in silence, barely touching other than her gentle and absent minded preening.  she assumed that he was deep in his own thoughts, but soon he rose to his feet.

she continued to lay, staring back up at him before he motioned for her to follow him deeper into the valley.

she bristled, her eyes rimmed with fear.  even though he was here to protect her she doubted his capabilities if those girls were to round on her.  and although he wouldn't ever hurt her, the thought of the dark man grabbing her scruff and ripping her to her feet came to mind.

she stood.  her ears flattened to either side of her head, gentle whines emitting from deep within her throat.  she stepped towards him until they were almost touching, protect me, and then met his gaze once more.  let's go.