Cerulean Cape less of a stranger

Man. Stranger; a man.
The scarlet of Dinah's nape bristles as her head snaps up to assess the stranger now approaching her. Yes, she retorts sharply, a strain tucked into the edges of a tired voice. I'm fine. My family is nearby. they are coming back; mama will come back;
My dad and brother won't.
Stiffly, she shuffles backward as her tail floats into a tuck between her thighs. He is waifish, not much taller than her; but her youth overrides any possible threat she could pose. And to make matters worse, Ava, her only form of protection, is with John. Fuck. What do you want?