Juugo would have found her stillness comforting if he hadn't been so concerned about the consequences of staying. The fear crawled up and down his spine, and it swirled beneath the surface. How long before it came out and all that was left of her was a smear of blood and bones on the ground?

He needed to leave. He didn't care if he got caught in a trap; that would slow it down, if nothing else. He needed to leave. Juugo could get a drink from the stream later, anyway. He was thirsty. But leaving was more important than thirst. Her bunny friends looked so nice and Juugo didn't want to upset them by hurting their human friend.

He shook his head, hands clenching and unclenching, then wrapped his arms around himself like he might be cold--not necessarily untrue, because his clothes were old and threadbare and his feet were bare--or maybe to hold something in.

"I need to go."

Juugo took a step back, still shaking his head. Maybe he should run now. It was too bad he wasn't a bear. He'd be so much safer then.