The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

He moved to press his muzzle against her and she couldn't help but tense. There were bruises all along her nape. Slowly he eased to something comfortable. Indra wanted to move, wanted to adjust or maybe even lash out at him when he was most vulnerable - and then he spoke, which curbed the impulse.

She knew better. He could do much worse if he wanted.

If we're lucky I'll get you breakfast, she offered. The girl settled her head upon the ground and closed her eyes a moment, but she was not tired despite all that she had been through. She thought of the rabbit skull and the way he'd grabbed her neck. She felt the throbbing of where her face had burned across the dirt.