My Sweet, Tender Flower.

Meeting a flower

This is why, when a small girl came to me one night. I was scared at first. Small girls have parents; these parents sometimes have guns that will hurt. But this little girl came up to me, het clothes in shreds. She stumbled over to me, and laid down on my side. Her breathing was shaking and rapid, as if she had been through a long race. I had wondered, what was it that made her not fear me? Was it just that young humans don't fear?

The next day, the girl had dug her face into my fur, breathing slowly into it. Her breath was as calm as a pup with its mother. I may not be a family man, but when she clanged onto me like that... Well, I decided to take her under my wings.

I followed her where she wanted to go, I madeher a bedding in my den using the fur that fall from my hulking figure. Ipatched her clothes with skin that I carefully extracted from my prey, it'sastonishing what claws and teeth can be used for with a little bit thinking.