Arrival

His ba’clan have retracted too and I hear a thrum of pleasure in his throat while breathing in the fresh air.

But his movement causes the female to retreat even more and I click in a

I motion to her once more with my hand and her gaze drops to it.

She stares at my hand for so long that my own gaze falls to it too.

It is different to her own pale, bony one.

My four digits are longer, thicker, and it seems she is missing a joint in hers.

When my eyes meet hers once more, the suspicion in her gaze has only increased.

A click leaves my throat.

My tactic isn’t working.

She doesn’t trust us.

The little female is guarding herself with her stick, and she will not move.

She is not leaving her hiding place.