Not...no. Not the ones here. They're safe, they'll keep you safer. The one who hurt...they're hunting through the brush, dust on their bellies, searching for what they lost.
[ Finally, she unwinds herself from him, peering up at him with dark, solemn eyes. ]
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Date: 2016-06-03 07:11 pm (UTC)[ Finally, she unwinds herself from him, peering up at him with dark, solemn eyes. ]
The tracks should lead elsewhere.