Blacktail Deer Plateau feed them on your dreams.

In all his days Mou had never encountered a creature like this. The way they skulked, so close to the dirt, wrapped up in their own tail while staring at him with fear. Mou had been in this position before but in reverse; he did not like the sight of the stranger and even less, the knowledge that he was causing them such upset. Regardless of why they were here, Mou empathized and regretted his involvement.

He did not back down immediately, either. As the stranger flattened and the smell of urine filled the air Mou wove closer, only to slacken in his resolve and pause before he got close enough that the stranger might strike him.

You are afraid. It was difficult for Mou to make his broad shoulders less imposing, but he ducked his head and lowered his tail considerably, watching the panic in the stranger's gaze. Please, don't be. He said, his voice so soft, like speaking to a child whose ears have only newly uncurled.

I am looking for my daughter. Mou's single eye focused intently on the dark face of the stranger as they snaked low. Have you seen...? He hadn't given a description; in his fervor he had forgotten.