Snake-oil salesman

To say it caught her off-guard would have been an understatement. She left her den casually, to enjoy the commodities the mountain home offered her, when she suddenly felt a chill drip down her spine. She couldn’t understand why at first she was so uncomfortable, it seemed silly, nothing was out of place around her. Yet this feeling plagued her, and she hesitantly plucked around her home. Then came the crunch on travel, and her tail flagged when she became attune to the sound of someone heading her way. She would have never considered it was Fang, and he appeared to making his way towards her in the distance, her eyes widened with a thrill of shock.

At first she nearly considered forgetting the sight and leaping away, to take-off and flee the confrontation entirely. Internally she denied that it was fear that made her regard the option, but it lingered there that she was loathed to see him. She that thought that with his long time absent from the mountain, he’d been truly gone for good out of life. It wasn’t to be, but she refused herself the easy route of avoiding him. Though she loathed to do so, she would face him. And so she pulled her expression into a well-practiced mask of calm, and regarded him silently as he approached.