[Even tucked into the tightest ball he can manage, armored knees drawn up and broad shoulders hunched, the tent is not quite large enough to properly accommodate Vorin. His bulk presses against the fabric of the walls, curved horns pushing up into the canvas ceiling. As to be expected, really, considering it was built for humans and not Beasts. But in these conditions, Vorin will take it, and gladly.
At first, her plea is met with silence. He had heard the crunch of her footsteps from some distance away, muscles coiling into tighter knots with her approach. Too used to being followed, hunted, attacked, the close quarters of the tent putting his wind up even further. But this is not his world, not a place with any sign of other Beasts at all, and while she might be a foe, the opposite might also prove to be true.
Vorin hesitates. His blood snarls for a fight, would welcome an attempt on his life. His better side calls for mercy.
....
Then, the slow yet unmistakable grind of the tent flaps being unzipped.]
Hurry up, then, before you freeze where you stand.
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At first, her plea is met with silence. He had heard the crunch of her footsteps from some distance away, muscles coiling into tighter knots with her approach. Too used to being followed, hunted, attacked, the close quarters of the tent putting his wind up even further. But this is not his world, not a place with any sign of other Beasts at all, and while she might be a foe, the opposite might also prove to be true.
Vorin hesitates. His blood snarls for a fight, would welcome an attempt on his life. His better side calls for mercy.
....
Then, the slow yet unmistakable grind of the tent flaps being unzipped.]
Hurry up, then, before you freeze where you stand.