Panther Park [M]Thundering

he ruminates over her question. in the time it takes for him to decide on what to say, she has her own idea of what is happening. the man looks to the bloody mess of her meal, first. he watches the way her expression seems to hollow out.

a lady should not walk alone, which was so obvious to him, a man, in this deepening springtime; but also, there was the blood, and the underlying musk of—was that cat?

especially in a place such as this, at a time like this. nostrils flaring, kikyo looks to the angled trees where they grow from the hillside, and the stones, and the shattered path of shale which serpentined around them both.