Dahozhoni Meadow he was living on borrowed time

the bare of his teeth is met with a burning gaze, unwilling to cower nor back down. bullheaded? absolutely. arrogance borne out of the vitality of youth? without a doubt.

the fact that he seems utterly unfazed, no, unbothered by her snarl digs like an irritant beneath her skin and has her letting out a snort like an angered by contained bull.

logic is keeping her in check. she is alone out here, besides from him — a stranger — and would she get into a fight ... it would decrease her ability to survive, of which the odds were already stacked unfairly against her.

she was at the disadvantage, from many fronts; try as she might to pretend that it wasn't so.

though everything in her tells her not to trust, not to follow, towhee finds herself begrudgingly trailing after him; careful to leave plenty of space to flee lest she was a lamb being led to slaughter.