Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

she was grateful for his help, and her standoffish nature had dissipated entirely as she cowed before him.  her ears flattened, her gaze not meeting his.

she was acutely aware of how the notches of her spine rippled beneath her thin skin, the gentle but emaciated slope of her hips.  she was willow-thin as a general rule and she had found that surviving without her mother's care was difficult.  she'd never even learned to hunt properly!

and really, she did not like taking life with her own jaws.  yeah, she lies.  she is unscathed by the peril that he had rescued her from other than a dull throb in her scruff, and her whiskers give a twitch.  do you.. do you know of anywhere around here that maybe, i could.. stay?