Lets dance, baby

He was confused, feeling trapped and angry at something he didn't really understand. Some primal instinct to him to chase her from here, make sure she would never come back but some selfish part wanted her to stay. Her positioning was submissive, none threatening he felt a pang of guilt. Here he had been the one trying to say maybe the northerners would be alright at first. But once Ojise had started having nightmares his opinions of them had changed, once he had been attacked they had changed drastically. Why did everything have to change? He would shiver, haunches almost falling him back into a seated position but he would splay his legs and remain standing. God damned wasn't this all perfect. Head would droop slightly, lowering and eyes fluttering closed. He was so tired. A whine. Something alerted him to her presence again and his head would snap up as if he had already forgotten about her presence. Shit she had to go.

Gaze would be cast around as her took a step away from the tree. She had a leaf in her mouth, the look on her face making that pang of guilt arching through his belly once more. A strange rumble would roll up his throat as he pushed off from his tree, his grounding point. Here went nothing. His steps were unsteady, staggering as he made his way towards her, attempting to close that precious distance he had worked so hard to put between them. Head would lower, ears pinning. He would move towards her, not touching her but he would make a motion for her to move. Nodding with his head that he wanted her to move. Ears were pinned to his skull but finally he had come to a decision. She had to leave, she couldn't find out where his tribe was. He would redirect her elsewhere if he could. He would motion to her with his skull before motioning for her to move, motion for her to head down stream. He would try and take a step past her, a soft whine slipping from his lips. Would she understand?


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