mm. maybe you’re just gettin’ slow,she muttered, though the twitch of her mouth betrayed her.
a corner pulled, crooked and quick. almost real.
old man senses must be slippin'. might be time to trade you out.
her tail flicked when his shoulder brushed hers, and she leaned into it instinctively, because he was safe. steady. it felt normal, like nothing had changed.
she followed him , took a quick glance at the bend in the path ahead.
see any tracks?part curiosity, part distraction, part wanting to be useful again.
i got eyes if you need ‘em.
