Blackfeather Woods jasmine

She flinches when his voice rises even in excitement. Her head turns away from him and ears twitch forward and instantly fall back. He says words she does not recognize, repeating the woman’s name. It doesn’t change as he continues on, listening to the splash of the water as he gets closer. She curls up even more, turning away from him and bumping into a tree. A heart beats heavily inside her chest and she’s thrown back into terror and confliction. She can’t see where he is or what he’s doing or what he looks like; for all she knows he has every ill-intention to hurt her, like He did for months. Despite his kind, albeit excited tone, she still shies away, sucking in a breath and hoping to close herself off a little while longer.