Snippet #2694792

October Unrecorded, Change Year 8
Unknown, Former Canadian Pacific Coast

The minute the woman tumbled from her perch the two Pitbulls charged across the sand, giving voice to their excitement as they hurtled towards the downed woman. Thomas doubted very much that they would attack her, he did not sense any particular anger or menace in the dogs, rather the fierce curiosity and protective instincts of their breed. He was quite certain she did not know any such thing and gave a sharp whistle to bring the dogs up short. They retreated slightly but continued to sniff towards the fallen woman, their tails wagging low as they whined and glanced from her to Thomas as he walked slowly toward her.

"Stay back!"

He almost laughed when she said it. He had just slaughtered six grown adults and a boy without an injury to himself and she thought "Stay back!" was going to be any sort of deterrent. Lucky for her, he had no stomach for rape, never had. It was a weird thing he supposed since most men his situation would have had the pants off of her in a heart beat and flat on her back, screaming despite there being quite literally no one else to hear her. Instead he stopped short and squatted in the sand, watching her with a frank expression of concern.

Her long brown hair was twisted about her face and despite the sand and bark that covered much of the left side of her face he could make out a fine jawline and high cheekbones, she was undoubtedly pretty. She was also much shorter than he was, probably no more than a few inches over five feet. Her slender body was twisted awkwardly from her fall and he was trying to decide what to do or say when one of the Pitbulls, tail wagging quickly back and forth, trotted forward and licked her nose.