Otter Creek innocent iii

never!! apologies for his fucking creepiness

he hadn't noticed her, at first; he had not broken his prayers, not until the whiff of something sweet came to his nostrils.
girl. woman. no, not quite woman. not quite child either. he had never seen anything quite like her.
she whacks her skull against the ice like a braindead, prehistoric bone-crusher. his instinct is to correct. to — help. you are going to hurt yourself, bambina, he slinks over on long black limbs like a great reaper. his claws, overgrown, sharp-edged; perfect for cracking the ice just well enough for her to drink with a quick strike of his paw. is this what you wanted?