Worn Out Faces

Zenkai would brace himself, watching the creature as it breathed heavily. The ground would tremble as she fell down to it, leaning to her stub before lifting her good foreleg up in the air. He would hold his breath, bracing for an impact that he hardly wanted. But then, then she would ease the weight off her stubby limb and turn away.  It seemed that she had taken his word, that or had decided against mauling him.

Zen would wait until the beast had plopped down before easing closer, his dark gaze thoughtful. "If you need help... maybe I can? My momma is a healer. I know a little bit..." The boy was at a loss. The giant creature seemed to need help and yet was ready to go into attack mode against him almost immediately... and then back off again. Taking a breathe the boy would speak up again.

"My name is Zenkai Sorrell-Savvil. What's your name?"