Permafrost Hollows 弱い人

he understands not a word, only the inviting tilt of the samurai's chin. he wishes to share, and kaelith is happy to indulge him. he creeps forward, belly fur brushing the snow, and steals a cautious bite. a glance upward, to be sure, and then he takes another. his tail sways behind him, pleasantly warm with the benefit of a fresh meal.

he finishes, beginning fastidiously to clean the blood from his muzzle and paws. still he steals glances at the stranger, inquisitive.