What you waiting for

It seemed she would not be left in her sorrows. No, never really alone. But whom she would hope to save her was not the one to find her. It was not Fenris, nor was it one of her babus, her poor, poor babus! The beast had heard the flapping of wings, of approaching pawsteps, and she would look up to see the golden young man gazing at her. The tears continued to flow all the same, teeth bared in her emotional pain. She would try to shift, but then wince. Had... Had she twisted her paw on that root? Damn it all! The beast would swallow hard, fighting with instinct.

"What... do you want with me?" Her words were wary, untrusting. She would try to force herself to stand, favoring her right foreleg. "...Trouble... or not?" She had no way of knowing his nature... If he was an enemy or not. How she wished Fenris were here!