Don't Blame It On Me

The man was shaken.

His paranoia had risen to new heights as he fled, memories of his captors still in his mind. He would shudder, fear radiating from his being. For now his normal behavior was replaced by the fear of being captured again, taken again. He refused to let that happen. He would give a soft whine, glancing over his shoulder with his bright eyes.

It seemed that his trackers had stopped following. At least for now.

Hakku would breathe out in relief, his fur standing on end. He'd shake his head, turning away from the direction he'd been heading to head out towards the river. He was so caught up in his own worries, his own mind, that he didn't notice the femme that was laying in the grasses at first. He was getting awfully close to her too, his mind distracted.