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She is a young thing that he watches over, only passing glances when her sleep stirs her a little here and there. The sun rising casts his large self’s shadow over her at last, the sun peeking starkly through the broken canopy of the copse. Her sudden jerked head draws his attention and voice to her - her response of course one of suspicion.
"I’m fine, thanks." she snarks, and he withholds the chuckle for the sake of sparing him a harsher response than was already offered. He doesn’t take offense, shifting further when she thrusts herself to her feet. He stands still as she grooms herself, sure that she is simply unaware that the place she had chosen to rest was not the sort of place one went with any hope for respect on a usual day.
"Can I help you?" he smirks, the snippish tone she uses breaking the once more firm calm and collected facade. "No, I am quite alright. I simply thought to help you have a restful time in such a dangerous place. You slept in a place many stallions go to bite and drive home any women they might come across. Some for the sake of love, some for pleasure, some for power -- but it seemed a shame that you should seek peace and find only frustration." He looks ahead again, keeping a surveying eye on the world around them in case someone had used his momentary distraction away from protection to grow too near.
"If you travel further to the North, you will be far safer. You have come too far south if you want to rest without interruption of that kind. I hoped that I might provide them a deterrent. Since you are awake, I can leave if you preferred the attentions." He smiles, looking at her fully for the first real time since she’d awoken.
OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE
▻ five years - andalusian mutt - grullo tobiano splash - 16.0 hh ◅