Blacktail Deer Plateau feed them on your dreams.

His two options were neither ones he wanted.

He could fall —

Oh, that fear feels familiar, don't it?

That voice reared again in the back of his head. His own voice, he thought.

Or he could meet the man's teeth. Not that any showed, but fearful instinct had Makan's head twisted to think that such a thing awaited him in close quarters.

That feels familiar too. All of this is. . . known to you.

His tail pressed against his underside would hardly hide the scent that escaped from him. Urine. Sharp from dehydration. He shrunk with his embarrassment, eyes fixed at the dark paws of the man.