Hushed Willows We Are Not Sheep

it was a scarred man.

giant and muscular. these types were the worst in her experience. often brutish and violent. occasionally they could be good for some things, but she wondered what this one would be. if anything.

perhaps it was stupid to go poke the bear.

in fact, she was certain it was stupid.

but cold air compelled her. a soft bark escaped her as she stood a safe distance away.