Honeyed Pasture eldorado

she thinks he's a bear at first, and is set ablaze, caught off-guard. bristling, nearly spitting like a cat, her auburn pelt raised along her spine.

only when his obviously canine scent reaches her nostrils does she relax, and even then just a tad.

Avicus cocks her head in silent question. who are you? her eyes demand. and will you be of use to me?

his great stature could only aid in taking down a deer, but she wonders whether he'd be fast enough to keep up; surely his bulk would weigh him down.

perhaps they both could eat today. although she thinks he could swallow an entire doe whole, what with the size of him.