Thunder Dome from the art of mirrors

it perturbed teya more that he had drawn away. no logic here, no immediate awareness that he meant to assuage her fears. only horror, exacerbated by being away from those she knew and a land she trusted.
as the moments ticked beyond, however, teya relented. pain was beginning to course through her left hindmost; at last she lay back, sides drawing quick breaths. but a single uptick of her tail allowed him closer; she shut her widewater eyes and forced her mind to the beauty of the old court before the rains had come.