biohazard

The wait was minimal - and she came at him like an avalanche falling from great heights. Storming towards the boy the way she had on their first encounter; defensive, hostile, and he buckled from both weakness and fealty. A whine pierced the air as he did so, folding upon his weakened twig limbs so that he was only a stain of ink and mud among the grass. With his pointed spine connecting to the earth he became a pit of writhing energy; kicking for a few minutes before his wide paws fell in to place upon his chest, exposing the tender belly. He did not know if that was what she wanted, but instinct told him it was necessary - and Tiarnan was desperate, he would appease the giant if it meant he would survive.