Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

he did not advance towards her, and when she stole glimpses of him there was the flash of teeth, the stare of his gaze persisting. whatever she was doing it was not enough! if she were to run, he might chase. a part of her was thrilled by the idea of this giant running her down - but that made little sense to her, and so she put aside the feeling. he was still a threat.

her head lowered a small amount. she snaked forward as best she could, given her size, and rounded the other length of fallen tree closer to him. here, her tail was low and swaying in the manner of apology and she asked forgiveness with the curve of her figure, even reaching for his teeth so she could huff short breaths at him, the closest she could get to speaking.

not a threat her body said, don't be mad, her body said, friendly, she wished he would understand.