strange places

Her head was throbbing. She righted herself up at last, dirt and tiny twigs likely entangled in her furs as she rose. Okay, so, he wasn't following her. There was a chance he could be lying, but he looked too confused. That meant there had to be a murderer elsewhere in these woods. Fuck.

But wait, he was looking for his friend. Maybe it was his friend she had heard? ...maybe your friend was following me? she paused, looking around her for a minute. These woods made her feel so paranoid. I heard something over there, she whispers, gesturing to the direction the wood had snapped in. Dunno what it was... big enough to snap a branch... There was a multitude of animals that could be hosted in this scary-as-fuck wood, but like a little girl that needed her father to look under the bed for monsters, Tiger gestured again toward the proverbial closet where monsters also crept (read: where the branch had snapped). She would need that wood checked, STAT.

She would feel much better if he scoped it out. But she moved to all fours, showing him that she'd be more than willing to look with him. For good measure, she deliberately ignored his question; Tiger would never admit she was afraid and also, did not want to lie. Rock and a hard place. Best to act like she hadn't heard a thing.