1/22/2026, 3:56 AM
The dove speaks.
The monster doesn’t understand her tongue.
Her actions— bared teeth, rigid frame, fast moving paws, is another. He stops his descent upon the little thing just as fast as he began; mouth ajar and breath fast. Mirroring her.
Learning from her.
His eyes—glazed over spheres of sunrise flicker with something at the sound of her question, but its gone just as it came. He stands only rigidly; tail raised and teeth bared to show aged ivories. Should she move, so would he. A step there—a sniff, a shift. Albeit clunky.
There are little absolutes in his view, but he knows this woman means company, means safety, means familiarity within the wide, cold, and terrifying world.
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The monster doesn’t understand her tongue.
Her actions— bared teeth, rigid frame, fast moving paws, is another. He stops his descent upon the little thing just as fast as he began; mouth ajar and breath fast. Mirroring her.
Learning from her.
His eyes—glazed over spheres of sunrise flicker with something at the sound of her question, but its gone just as it came. He stands only rigidly; tail raised and teeth bared to show aged ivories. Should she move, so would he. A step there—a sniff, a shift. Albeit clunky.
There are little absolutes in his view, but he knows this woman means company, means safety, means familiarity within the wide, cold, and terrifying world.