Wapun Meadow Paint young honey, face so sunny, ain't that funny

Vigilant she saw him. Shadowy like the man who'd hurt her but with patches of a color fur she'd rarely seen before, yellow like sunlight and a gaze of intense blue that held her pinned to that tree. Why was he coming toward her? Couldn't he find his own tree? Frighened her lips flew up and over her fangs though the round, frightened look in her eyes never left and her legs now untended began to grow lifeless again. "I'm fast and I'm mean. Don't come any closer" she tried to sound as if she meant it, really she did but her voice was soft as ever and there was only fear and the sort of tough tone you'd expect of a child being stubborn or throwing a tantrum.