Weaver's Web

He wheeled around, eyes wide, his tail tucking immediately. He looked at the male with nothing short of pure terror. “W-what?” He squeaked, not really sure he understood his meaning through the stranger’s broken dialect. The murderous glare in the male’s eyes sent a shiver through him, he pinned his ears back and raised his foot to take a reflexive step back but then thought better of it. If he ran there was no guarantee he’d escape, and if he was caught then surely he’d be killed. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his eyes still aching from the tears and let his foot fall right where it had been before. He would have to comply, there was simply no other option, he had no doubt that if he fought he’d be overpowered and then most likely killed and he had already concluded that running was out of the question. His ears folded back on either side of his skull and looked away nervously his tail still tucked firmly between his legs, his body language already beguiling his answer to submit entirely

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