It sniffed the ground around me for a moment, then stalked downstream and sprawled sleek and deadly on the ground. I guessed it was tired from so much killing.
Feeling a little desperate for the sound of a voice, I talked to it. I told it stories about growing up in the South. I told it about all the fine plans I'd had for my life.
I told it how everything had gone so damn wrong and I'd begun losing one thing after another. It old it about the hell of losing my mind and will to the Unseelie Princes and about Barrons bringing me back. I even told it about my recent trips to Ashford with V'lane, and what I'd learned there, and that I'd begun to fear that there might actually be something wrong with me. I told it things I would never have told a sentient being, baring my deepest feelings and worries. It was cathartic to get it all off my chest, even t a dumb beast.
I dozed, too, and woke about a half hour before the sun plummeted to the horizon, cloaking the forest in night.
The monster rose on all fours, stalked over, urinated around me, and melted into the blackness, black on black with crimson eyes.
I'd been "tucked in" for the night.