An alternate use for one's paws so large might have been to hide her muzzle from the judgmental eye of a distant being. The nameless presence that dwelt within the world playing the strings of fate with a practiced ease. In truth, she did not conceal her muzzle for this reason, knowing well that whatever new use she made of the large things they would not be wide nor heavy enough to steal her away from its invasive vision. Always was it watching, always was it judging. Now more so that its offering had been ignored and turned from like a babe frightened of what the new path may offer. She could imagine this nameless, faceless thing looking to her in shame, its omnipotent crown shaking as the crest of its brows fell. Why dismiss the blessing she needed? Why reject the path plainly laid?
She had only just shifted in her pitying state to lie on her side away from the ledge, when the aroma of meat wafted gradually to her nose, instinctively turning the dark flesh in its direction. And near its still form, he whom she had run from. Swiftly her ears fanned back against her skull as her brows lowered with lids in turn to cast over her eyes. His summon coaxed her ears but still they remained pressed fast within their beds, no stirring other than the wind to shake them. Why was he here? Her tongue was heavy. Too heavy to voice her thought allowed. But she forced her eyes open to looked upon his scarred visage, the question was apparent however soundless it may have been.
And still as she peeled herself from her ledge, her expression did not waver. Concern knitted her ruddy brows as she descended, taking one jagged rock beneath skillful paw at a time until she stood at his level. Gingerly, she turned her muzzle toward the meat then lifted her muzzle with care to his pasterns, unable for the moment to bring herself to look to him.
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