choking on my sins

He could feel a quiver, a slight tremble beginning at the base of his spine near his hips but for now it would stay there, muscles spasming lightly beneath his pelt but still not visible to the outside world. He could feel it though. It was there... His haunches were curled slightly, leaning back and away to give this woman her space without moving back since she seemed to be enjoying invading his personal space. Tail was tucked firmly between his haunches, ears pinned back and head careened down and to the side so his cheek would face up. It was how he had been taught to greet and submit to women and somehow even as his whole body, every fiber of his being, screamed at him to run his tiny paws would remain planted on this earth. When she said his name a tremor ran through his body, quivering though him visibly as if his own name had slipped off her tongue in icy tendrils that had kicked up his spine. Her next words brought a tidal wave of emotions, relief, disbelief, calm, worry, panic, terror... It seemed that every emotion hit him all at once so hard he took a physical step backwards. For a moment he would blink, schocked by it all before numbly he would nodd, falling into step behind the woman. There had been the smallest flicker of hope, a tiny flame but that had been snuffed out by that tidal wave. He knew he would die here and here he was marching off to his own execution...