Otter Creek Pray or Prey

There was a moment when Kierkegaard thought that the shadowy female would simply come across him and then meld into the shadows once more. Instead, her wiry frame closed the distance between them with a few short steps on small limbs. He watched her movements with some mild interest. Her framework was small, not remarkable by any means, but still pleasing to look at in some aspects. The dark female’s eyes were a rich shade of lemon yellow. They added a stark contrast to her shadowy pelt. The ash-colored male noted her reactions upon growing closer; she was cautious, quiet, peering at him with her vibrant eyes. He made no effort to move, wondering if he should… if she would be frightened away. Instead, he returned her prolonged stare with his own. His dark lips curling downwards in a thoughtful frown. “Hi.” Her tone was quiet, curious, but not entirely unpleasant. She seemed to have been finished peering at his thick frame, at least for the time being. Nodding his head to her slowly, Kierkegaard blinked before parting his lips. “Hello,” his voice rumbled from his chest like distant thunder. His rough baritone was of startling contrast to her softer tones. Kierke then wondered what had drawn her over to him, other than the need to inspect his physique.