Wapun Meadow all these lines across my face tell the story of who i am

she saw him before he saw her, it seemed.  she tensed at first, alarmed by his sudden proximity.  i'm pregnant, was the first thought that plagued her.  she knew that if it was THE DARK MAN he would have spilled the contents of her womb with his fangs.

but it was not.  she was still on alert, but as the boy drew nearer she could see that he was young, and likely just curious.  but who knew, when individuals were so close to dispersal age?

she lets out a cautious chuff, inviting his presence, taking a step or two forward.