Stone Circle the half moon said: these nights are fogged and slow,

She focuses on the sound of his heart and the feeling of his chest expanding against her with each breath, using it to ground herself. It takes her a moment to register his gentle question. Her ears flush with heat as she recalls the reason for her panic, and she pulls away slightly to answer. I — Her first instinct is to give him the truth; she'd been alone, she'd heard a strange noise. Shame cuts her off, however. She struggles for an excuse and comes up blank. I don't know. She says finally, voice thick with the rising urge to start crying again, and drops her face back into his fur. How can she admit that she'd been terrified of absolutely nothing?