The Floodlands i shall fear no evil

too many questions. too many questions. and he knows too much, already. she shakes her head rapidly, gaze trained on the ground. sorry again, sir, she whispers, stepping backward. i must be going, now.

without another word, she spins and trots away, tail between her legs. her heart pounds with fear at the thought that he might pursue. her ears swivel backward, listening for his thundering approach.