Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
It was her time to be surprised. Having expected no tolerance for burned pastures and spooked horses, the offer to stay - to go for a hunt, or a meal at some other time - made her feet grind to a halt. And as she turned, even she wasn't sure what to do with the offers.
Tugging a stray lock of hair behind an ear, pale eyes watched the woman for hints of sarcasm, wary against being catered to out of fear or mere obligation. "That's... very tolerant of you. And generous." Not many would want the intruder to stick around for a chance of more mayhem.
A tingle of excitement at shifting again stirred within. Fear and delight mingling at the possibility.
"Maybe, if you have the time... I probably should explore the shift some more. Having company... might keep me from making mistakes." Like hunting someone else's livestock.
A tentative smile ghosted across her face, unexpectedly shy given the previous confidence of the tiger.
Tugging a stray lock of hair behind an ear, pale eyes watched the woman for hints of sarcasm, wary against being catered to out of fear or mere obligation. "That's... very tolerant of you. And generous." Not many would want the intruder to stick around for a chance of more mayhem.
A tingle of excitement at shifting again stirred within. Fear and delight mingling at the possibility.
"Maybe, if you have the time... I probably should explore the shift some more. Having company... might keep me from making mistakes." Like hunting someone else's livestock.
A tentative smile ghosted across her face, unexpectedly shy given the previous confidence of the tiger.
Maea
