"No rutting help," she snaps -- too low for him to hear, perhaps, hurrying away as he is -- and her eyes glitter with angry tears.
He's out of sight. One moment, two, and then she flings herself away from the wall and half-runs down the rocky hill, hair flying and face pale and wild.
Behind her, the squirrel advances happily on the forgotten bread roll.
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Date: 2007-08-15 04:06 am (UTC)"No rutting help," she snaps -- too low for him to hear, perhaps, hurrying away as he is -- and her eyes glitter with angry tears.
He's out of sight. One moment, two, and then she flings herself away from the wall and half-runs down the rocky hill, hair flying and face pale and wild.
Behind her, the squirrel advances happily on the forgotten bread roll.