The Little Druid

Harper weighed her options, her jaw tight. Was this strange, feral girl trying to guard the wounded deer, or did she intend to claim the raw meat for herself?

"Worst case, I just grab my weapon and bolt," Harper muttered under her breath. She hefted her spare hand axe, feeling the familiar weight of the handle, and took a deliberate step forward.

The reaction was instantaneous. The beast-girl