Wapun Meadow open my chest and color my spine

idiotic to do but... she was perhaps safer than many other women snoozing alone in a meadow. not yet mature, her heat had not come and therefore her hormones were not giving off desirable readings. she was still a child in every sense of the word. Winona's eyes would flutter open, picking up a strong scent near her. her head would rise, catching sight of the man standing a few paces away. her first reaction was to run.

run long and hard. but fear kept her rooted. fear kept her staring openly at the man, eyes dangerously wide. if he was looking for her to talk first, he'd be mistaken. the girl's mouth would open a few times, forming wordless sentences before shutting. she gave an odd squeak before that, some half-yelp and half-chuff. deep down she knew what it looked like. that it was so rude - her mother would be so upset if she saw her now - and so disrespectful to the man. he had done nothing to her. 

yet her mind circled to, causing a frightened Winnie to begin to back away.