Wild Berry Meadow If you keep on believing..

Moss had been spotted. Warning teeth snapped through the air, clamping shut with a thunderous clack. Instinctively, they dropped to the ground, pressing their belly to the earth, small, small, small. Their tail wagged placatingly at their haunches. I'm little! Not scary! Not harmful!

Hello, ma'am, I mean no harm, he said softly, his voice trembling yet sincere. He shrank even further, crawling backward to give the woman ample space, their movements slow and calculated. Every inch they retreated, they hoped to convey their good intentions.

I only want to offer my help, Moss continued, their tone gentle. He kept his gaze low, not daring to make direct eye contact. We want the same thing, right? Her to be safe?