Greatwater Lake That's not my name

Sao loses the source of warmth, of food, by the rumbling of the larger creature. Words she doesn’t quite understand, so she blinks slowly a few times before he gets up and leaves her by herself for a few minutes. She picks herself up and takes wobbly and un-calculated steps forward until she stumbles back on her rump, waiting for his return. Trying to grasp where he might be going, why he might be going, when she’s hungry—her food source having always been readily available—and this guy is toying with her. 

He turns back to her and lowers to the ground, disappointment in his voice and more words she doesn’t understand. She’s quickly tucked away beneath his chest that, no matter of burrowing in is she going to find a food source. A whimper quickly turns into a cry and she’s left unsettled for several minutes, crying herself into a fitful sleep where she temporarily forgets her hunger.