[ Okay, monster has run away. That is a good sign. Fenimore places a hand over her chest, feeling her heart thudding as she tries to control her breathing.
It also makes her stop and consider her intended strategy (RUN RUN RUN RUN). Maybe it's domesticated, or a herbavore. After all, when she first encountered a deer, she had thought they would be dangerous, what with those huge horn things. After all, a lot of animals in her world are weirdthough apparantly they have otters and many are much more aggressive than they have a right to be. But animals here seem less universally out for blood. They also talk more, which is a little weird, but she tries to deal with that as best she can.
She kneels and tilts to try to glance underneath the bench. ...That looks like textbook cowering to her. Maybe this is someone's pet. It is in the middle of the village, after all.
...It might be worth trying to retrieve as much of those groceries as she can. Okay, cautiously, slowly walking towards the dropped bag again. ] Good...boy...?
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It also makes her stop and consider her intended strategy (RUN RUN RUN RUN). Maybe it's domesticated, or a herbavore. After all, when she first encountered a deer, she had thought they would be dangerous, what with those huge horn things. After all, a lot of animals in her world are weird
though apparantly they have ottersand many are much more aggressive than they have a right to be. But animals here seem less universally out for blood. They also talk more, which is a little weird, but she tries to deal with that as best she can.She kneels and tilts to try to glance underneath the bench. ...That looks like textbook cowering to her. Maybe this is someone's pet. It is in the middle of the village, after all.
...It might be worth trying to retrieve as much of those groceries as she can. Okay, cautiously, slowly walking towards the dropped bag again. ] Good...boy...?