Daring

He had flinched at her movement and at his release he took a few steps backward. Yet he did not run. For a child who was showing as much fear as he was it was brave of him to not run from her. She had a small amount of respect for that bravery that he displayed.

Rosy pink optics would give away his thoughts as well as the fear he emitted. Refusing to speak for fear of loosing the freedom she had only just returned to him and not running for fear she would chase him down. The fear in his features nearly mirrored the fear she had held the day her father threw her and her siblings over the dens edge.

She would not however allow that small factor let her go to mush in front of the boy. That side of her was reserved for friends and family...and she had neither. Again she would move but this time she would stretch out until she was laying on her stomach. In doing so she had a paw on either side of the grey child and her head was just above his. Though she was still looking down at him she held her head up so that her head was a good six inches above his and her claws were sheathed.

In a last second thought she figured that would only worry him more so she crawled backward until her head was no longer above him and her paws were in front of him rather than next to him. "See, not going to hurt you." her voice had remained as she had used it last.