2/1/2025, 4:10 AM
Buckley didn't think himself dumb. Did she?
He grunted, waving his head at her. "You," he said, uninterested in her appeasement. "You're the trap. I didn't fall for it." He shifted his weight awkwardly from one forepaw to the other as if he was uncomfortable being so large in comparison... as if it made him a target between them both. Carefully, his eyes drifted from her to their surroundings, cropped ears twitching to any sound of concern. "Get up."
The manner in which Buckley said it lacked any semblance of intimidation, devoid of any malice and, truthfully, any ill intent. It sounded nervous.
He sounded nervous.
"Get up," he said, shifting his weight once more. "Why try to trap someone?"
He had to see her get up... or not, if she was lame. Buckley could leave, turn his back on her, and scurry on.
He hoped she was irreparably lame.