The Floodlands i shall fear no evil

she would have found no harm in competing with food with another female, but to her immense disappointment, the first to come across her path was undoubtedly male. molded as she was in the misogyny of her family, she will not fight him for the kill. it is his duty, his obligation--his pleasure to pierce skin and taste fresh blood. she should never know that satisfaction.

in fact, it was foolish to even come out here in the hopes of catching something. gritting her teeth, addison rises slowly from the brush, head bowing low in deference to the dark man.

my apologies, sir, she murmurs, loud enough for him to hear but not at a volume to scare away his game. i did not intend to spoil your hunting. please forgive me; i will take my leave. mouth pulled tight in a troubled frown, she turns and begins to pad away, tail between her legs, hoping that he does not punish her for her sin--

--or, worse, seek out her brothers to inform them of her grievous fault.