Otter Creek I’m all yours

 

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT

he moved closer and her heart caught in her throat.  even though his posture was defensive, he was twice her size in poundage.  her muscles coiled, ready to burst if the situation called.

he repeated his words again, slower, and although she studied the way his mouth moved around the vowels she couldn't place any of the words.  they sounded nothing like the words she'd heard in the woods.

something stirred inside her, hurt and defeated.  everyone always made these sounds and seemed to understand each other.  most of them still seemed to understand her too, wolf body language being something natural to nearly everyone.  but it aided in feeling detached; nobody had ever taken the time to explain even simple words to her.

so she took the one word she knew (albeit butchered) and returned his response, leting out a rr-oooooo? that pinched at the end as anxiety beaded in her throat.  a shiver started at the base of her skull and traveled down her spine, and she gave one single body quake.