Shadewood First Steps

Amita’s breathing evens out and the hair bristling down her spine finally settles. She whines lowly at the throbbing pain of her tail and she jumps away from him just as fast as he jumps away from her. She stands up tall, her posture confident, tail raised slightly, large ears pointed like saucers in his direction. She’s really just trying to finds words to say to the stranger who has mistaken her for a potential snack.

    She sighs and her brows furrow. “Okay,” she sighs again. She understands it’s really not his fault, Amita knows what she looks like. “I understand why, but good lord did you have to bite so hard?” She pouts comically, her feminine face twists into a faux sad face, golden eyes peering back up to him.