She's watching him, watching Damocles, trying to mimic their movements, but the musk of the deer is richer here, stronger. It's making her mouth water. All around them the forest seems to be holding its breath as the predators pass by.
Her belly grinds against her backbone, reminding her she needs to eat and soon. She can't contain the low whine in the back of her throat and her ears press flat to her head as she hears herself.
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Date: 2009-06-01 06:04 pm (UTC)Her belly grinds against her backbone, reminding her she needs to eat and soon. She can't contain the low whine in the back of her throat and her ears press flat to her head as she hears herself.