Ankyra Sound i hate i have to disguise it

to her great surprise, when she halted her pursuer did too. sobeille sized him up with an indignant huff, her fur quilled.

what did he want? her heart hammered in the confines of her breast. in her mind, a warning sounded its klaxon blare: beware of strangers, do not trust dem in the voice of her mother.

he reached for the petals and sobeille's eyes danced. did he know? she exhaled through her lungs, steeling the last of her fear away for something far more clinical. oh. hello.

she did not trust him, but maybe she could get him to trust her. a far more dangerous arrangement. she placed the ruddy satchel to the ground, allowing him to collect each petal and place them back within the pelt. dey be for my maman. would you like some?