Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

He watches her with cool amusement, entertained by her mannerisms which remind him only of the women in Blackfeather Woods. Perhaps she was meant to be captured, to become part of the dark woods, but he quickly reminds himself that her presence still breathing is only ensured by the guarantee that he can hold her against the Cerberus, should they come to take his life. But then why did he suddenly —uncharacteristically — feel the slightest twinge of guilt when he launched at her, wrapping his powerful jaws around her throat. He passes it off as a simple weakness towards someone who reminds him of a both his mother and sister combined. Pulling her down to the dirt, he eases up his grip just a bit if only to make sure she can still breathe before holding her there, making sure she does not resist or endanger herself even more. He needs her alive if this is to work the way he plans, and what a waste it would be if it didn't.