Phoenix Maplewood don’t get me wrong

confusion drew itself clearly onto her expression. she watched him present the hare, listened to his words, and anticipated the hesitant touch. had he meant to harm her, it would have already been done. 

ying carefully settled onto her hindquarters, wincing as she nursed the burning paw. this, she told him, lifting the poorly wrapped appendage. most of the materials which had previously held her bones into place had been lost during the walk. 

she kept her gaze steady on his face, trying to recall their memories. he wasn't a stranger, so what was he? and my head. the blood had stopped dripping from her nose, leaving thin streaks along her chin. there was a wound at her crown as well, though it had been mostly cared for.