Hushed Willows shelter

Looks good to me!

Lying there motionless allowed for those evil, dark thoughts to trickle down through the walls she'd built up. Her family hated her; they wanted her to perish out here in the cold, alone. Her brother never loved her, obviously, since he was so quick to turn aggressive when the command came to remove her from the family. The young female had never, ever imagined she'd be displaced, and she couldn't understand why even now. If ever there was wool pulled over her eyes it was her own ignorance. Her throat clenched and she swallowed thickly around the knot that was forming there. Every extremety, even the tip of her tail, was numb. Her stomach, empty. And her heart? Broken. 

The willow tendrils shivered as a figure passed beneath them but she did not notice; too wrapped up in her self-pity to care. But when a shadow passed over her and peered at her with a pair of vivid blue eyes, she started, her heart busting through the grief to pound at an alarming rate. She didn't move as the stranger pressed his nose into her shoulder. His breath was blessedly warm and, somehow, she managed to glean a bit of comfort from it. Was he trying to decide if she was dead? Or was he somehow in-tune with just how pathetic she felt.

A soft whine pushed from her throat and she wiggled around towards him (still completely on her back, of course) to press a submissive kiss to his ankle. "Hi." she blurted.