Duck Lake child is slowly taken

As the growl began to fade from her throat, the other female's posture shifted slightly, and Zombie's bright eyes saw the aggression behind those subtle actions. Swiftly, she brought her head down to snatch the femur back into her jaws. Though she was seconds from bolting, something stayed her paws—exhaustion, perhaps. Or, perhaps, Zombie also saw the subtle change in the stranger's demeanor. She exhaled, hard enough to make a sound, though it was more from frustration with herself than anything. I should run. Why won't I run?

And the other spoke, the magic word. It was a word that Zombie would not allow herself to think about, for when she did... well, it caused her mouth to water nearly uncontrollably, as it began to now, in response. Eyes narrowing slightly, wary of some kind of trick, the yearling took a tentative step forward. Teeth still grasping the femur, she merely dipped her head in agreement.