Lost Creek Hollow without you

The brute does not linger in the distance long, taking long strides to close the distance. His steps are calculated and slow and she feels his scrutinizing eyes the closer he gets. She notes that one eye is not right and her gaze holds it for a moment, but she slowly blinks and looks away, searching the rest of his form. He doesn’t reveal any true intentions but he continues to get closer without stopping, daring to reach in her direction when close enough. She flinches when he angles his nose toward her neck but she lean back without moving her feet away. Unable to get far enough away, she feels his leather nose touch against her fur and skin and she freezes in place.

Without any fight left in her, she knows she won’t get away should he decide to harm her and the idea of fleeing is long gone. Most of her days are spent waiting to see if it is the day that she’ll finally extinguish. He will be doing a favor should he decide to, but she does not offer any reaction to his touch aside from her now statuesque form and closed eyes, letting her garner whatever it is he wants.