Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

His eyes were dark and wide. Trying to see her form through whatever drugs he's been given. She was bored and pretty lonely. That's why she was here, probably. The real reason. Of course, she was curious, but still. She would have to follow the herds soon.

She moved closer, out of reach of his fangs and a step more for insurance, should he shunt himself towards her. "Pobrecito."
She moved to his back, hoving he was far too drugged to roll and face her or start thrashing in a panic because he couldn't see her.

Sorry for the long wait >.<