Phoenix Maplewood LV

Many times Esma pondered bolting and disappearing and this reflected in her movements all the way to the place the strange big man called his home. She was following him in a half-crouch, tail-tucked to her belly, ears drawn back and her head turning nervously left to right. Often she would stop in her tracks and lie down, panting and trying to calm down. 

Often she would wonder, if this whole trek was worth the mental and physical struggle, and only when the man threw a piece of meat her way, did she consider for a moment that he might not have bad intentions in mind. Still she waited until he retreated, watching carefully his every movement. Then with her gaze still trained on the guy, she slowly came to the gift, grabbed it in a swift moment and ran to put distance between them again. 

Once feeling relatively safe she began to chew and gnaw and pick on the frozen piece, pausing time from time to look up at the man, just checking, if he was staying, where she had left him.