She can't help it. The wide eyes, the ears pressed to her head. Licking her lips. Wagging her tail... just please, please she's begging Modesty, with everything other than her voice. Trying not to visibly shake. Trying not to be physically sick. That coyote was bigger than Jael. It certainly weighed more. Though it probably hadn't put up much of a fight, not at such an advanced stage of pregnancy, Jael can see just how outmatched she was. Her heart pounding in her chest, unsure quite how to handle the crushing weight of the scene before her. Licking her lips. Head low. Ears drooping.
Modesty has family here. That's a larger implication. She has family to run to. She has connections. Jael is alone, and she relies on Gil entirely. She relies on Modesty entirely, to an extent. The dog knows that Modesty is (in some ways) responsible for her. Her sides ache. Empathy in her heart... Jael would be acting this way in Modesty's position. Maybe. She would feel like acting this way, though she lacked the guts. Jael swallowed hard.
Breath hitching. An audible whimper, though she fights desperately to hold it back. The things she said about Gil-- were they true? Surely there couldn't be any sort of medication like that, but Jael isn't a healer. Fuck, she's not a priest ever. She's barely a believer in anything. Why does the way Modesty looks at her chill her to the bone? Her tone of voice too. It's eerie.
Chest aching, heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears. Jael wants Modesty to understand. Jael was sorry. Fuck, she's so sorry, she's sorry to have put Modesty in this position. The talk of gods and sacrifices. There are things she doesn't understand, things that the little wolfdog has never dreamed of. She comes from a place where there are things older than the hills, scarier than the fiercest predators. They are not gods, but monsters. Real and walking among them. No gods would lurk in a place like that. If they existed, they'd left Jael's people well alone long ago.
Right, the lady had asked her a question. "N-no more. no." Jael shook her head emphatically, her voice cracking. Afraid of what might come next from the unhinged wife of the man she'd come to b e far too fond of.
What had she done?
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