The Beast
NOT HERE.
She’s sleeping.
MINE.
Incorrect.
WANT brINGER.
Yes, I know. If you’re going to just wander in the cold shouting “MINE” over and over, you might as well relinquish yourself to me and let me sleep below.
NO.
Then find something to hunt already. At this rate, I’ll be asleep the entire day and won’t even get to see her.
HUNGER.
Then eat, you dolt.
NOT FOR DEER.
Go find where she bled in the snow. That will satisfy you for now.
SCENT.
FOUND.
SWEET.
I don’t doubt it. Settle in, Beast. It’s been a long night.
SLEEP NEAR brINGER.
Absolutely not.
YES.
No.
YES.
Goddessdamn you! If you lay a single claw on her, so help me—
JUST SLEEP.
…Alright. Just this once. I’ll show you the way if you promise to be gone by the time she wakes.
MINE.
No. But perhaps our savior, my friend.