Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

if the thing had not sung, ava would think she’d witnessed a spectre. she balked as it drew close, that alien noise of dragging hair coming with it. ava’s slender hock moved backwards, followed by her nearly slipping off the slope she stood upon. 

she did not call attention to herself as the creature drew close. on top of his bizarre appearance, he was also an unsavory color - his fur was not the snow-white of her kindred, but rather, he looked as if he’d started a sallow ivory before adopting the color (and detritus) of the landscape — particularly near what ava assumed were feet. 

she lowered her body to the ground, ears flat in the manner of a cat trying to become fully vertical with the ground line.