Choose your prey better
Fern
Knight
Bloodletter
10-27-2021, 11:41 PM
From her resting spot in the snow several feet away from the cat and wolf, Fern watches the final moments of the battle. The other wolf shows his teeth and stares the tiger down. A question lazily meanders through her mind as she continues to watch the exchange from her side, ‘How do you breathe again?’. The kick from the cat had caught the smaller wolf in the side had drove the air from her lungs. Since coming to a complete stop, her diaphragm has refused to start working again. The muscles that control the contraction and relaxation are frozen in place.
Black spots swim into her vision as she wills the muscles to relax and allow her to breathe regularly. Her chest shudders as it pushes whatever air that was left in her lungs, out. Vaguely, Fern is aware that the tiger flees and the two wolves are left alone. Just as the gray girl begs the universe to let her breathe again, the muscles fully relax and she greedily sucks in air.
Vision snaps back into focus as her chest heaves to reclaim the oxygen she had been lacking. With her body settling quickly back into the normal rhythm of breathing, Fern cautiously sits up in the snow. She can feel the wary eyes of the other wolf on her and offers him a joyful smile. They had just fought off a tiger! And no one got hurt! Then his gruff voice asks what she wants from them. Brows knit together in confusion and she notes his tense muscles and look of distrust.
Calling out a name and saying it is gone, Fern hears the sound of small hooves bounding through the snow and sees the deer from earlier reappear in her field of vision. With a twinge of uncertainty in her voice, Fern answers the distrusting youth, “N-nothing. I just saw a wolf helping their friend and thought… you could use some help.” A lazy shrug of her shoulders and Fern slowly raises, gathering her paws under her. A shake of her body sends the snow that clings to her coat flying. Next, she rolls her shoulders and tests the muscles in the rest of body. With a nod to herself, Fern is pleased to find that there is no permeant damage.
After her self-analysis, Fern turns her attention back the boy and his deer. “My name is Fern and I was just trying to help.” As she dips her head, trying to show humility, Fern’s muscles tense on the own accord. For a moment she is unsure if he will attack her now that the predator is gone.
Black spots swim into her vision as she wills the muscles to relax and allow her to breathe regularly. Her chest shudders as it pushes whatever air that was left in her lungs, out. Vaguely, Fern is aware that the tiger flees and the two wolves are left alone. Just as the gray girl begs the universe to let her breathe again, the muscles fully relax and she greedily sucks in air.
Vision snaps back into focus as her chest heaves to reclaim the oxygen she had been lacking. With her body settling quickly back into the normal rhythm of breathing, Fern cautiously sits up in the snow. She can feel the wary eyes of the other wolf on her and offers him a joyful smile. They had just fought off a tiger! And no one got hurt! Then his gruff voice asks what she wants from them. Brows knit together in confusion and she notes his tense muscles and look of distrust.
Calling out a name and saying it is gone, Fern hears the sound of small hooves bounding through the snow and sees the deer from earlier reappear in her field of vision. With a twinge of uncertainty in her voice, Fern answers the distrusting youth, “N-nothing. I just saw a wolf helping their friend and thought… you could use some help.” A lazy shrug of her shoulders and Fern slowly raises, gathering her paws under her. A shake of her body sends the snow that clings to her coat flying. Next, she rolls her shoulders and tests the muscles in the rest of body. With a nod to herself, Fern is pleased to find that there is no permeant damage.
After her self-analysis, Fern turns her attention back the boy and his deer. “My name is Fern and I was just trying to help.” As she dips her head, trying to show humility, Fern’s muscles tense on the own accord. For a moment she is unsure if he will attack her now that the predator is gone.