Shifting Shadows
The strange lady was going to hurt him for falling in her hole, she was going to bite his neck, throw him further in the darkness. No, Squirrel didn't want it, he had a task to complete! So he lay there trying to push away from the big lady, pausing when he realized that he couldn't go much further like that, his legs not wanting to cooperate and do as his brain said. Not only that but a headache was throbbing within the boys skull, unaware of the large gash in his temple.
Slowly the fright would fade, or at least become controlled as the young wolf watched the stranger get low to the ground, tail tucking in and whining to show that she was not a threat and he wasn't in danger. Labored breathing growing less and less raspy, large bronze eyes watching her every movement and ears catching every sound she made as she tried to get closer. She said she wouldn't hurt him, her voice soft, a tone he wasn't familiar with back in the group he had been living with. She was here to help, and if he calmed down then she could make the hurt stop, asking if it hurt.
Squirrel lay there thinking about it, trying to figure out if she really was just trying to help or was trying to trick him into believing that before making her move. Before he could allow her to get any closer however, the body finally felt the blood that had been oozing from the wound on his head, a single strip sliding around his socket and down his snout. Blood. His body went stiff, light colored eyes looking to the lady, his expression morphing into a plea. 'It's on me, make it leave!' Just then his eyes slid shut and he jerked his head back before rapidly begin to shake, sending it splattering against the plants around him and up into the air with muffled growls and whines, jaws clenched. |