Blacktail Deer Plateau Poor Unfortunate Soul

tadashi. who the hell was she talking about? before he could ask any questions, she limped over and embraced him. his paws awkwardly flexed in the snow. half of him enjoyed the contact, while the other half wanted to tear away. damnit, why did this woman have to torture him like this?

she went on about falling off a cliff. his heart began to race with worry. what had she been doing? “we’re in the plateau. you’re safe now.”

and just as suddenly as she had hugged him, she pulled away. her reassuring tone had shifted back to a distant one. he looked off to his right, not wanting to make any eye contact with her. his features were emotionless, but he was caving in on the inside. “you need help,” he said blankly.