to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“No idea. Maybe they think he’s easy pickings.” They’d be wrong though; because she was there, and she’d be damned certain to unleash some unholy barrage and assault on those who thought to do him harm. It’d make more sense in the autumn, when his fellows were quite alive and unyielding; but Fangorn had never purposefully hurt anyone (that she was aware of). A companion through and through. The cautious inclusion of the cub was amusing to her though, and she could drop away the tenacious guard for a more gentled veneer. Melita didn’t move forward, didn’t push, didn’t crowd, but remained very still, Fangorn maintaining a rugged semblance in her arms. “Ah, so she trusted you. That’s a good way to start,” she hummed. All she’d had to do was offer the gourd some meat, and the rest had been history.
She only glanced upwards towards Sah when he asked about hide and seek – surprised, by the look on her face, that he hadn’t heard or played the game before. “One person is the seeker. They count and wait for the others to hide, then try to find them.” Relatively simple, and they could make it more complicated depending on who was arranging the matters. “Would you like to try?”
to be the sun
MELITA
