[I] took another sliding step, two, three, hard fur against my cheek, smelled it smelling me….Enough. I stepped away from the hull but kept my hand there and with the other reached across to my shoulder and grabbed. Pulled. Felt it cling to my shirt and skin and a wet sharpness in my cheek, a kiss with teeth, then ripped it away with skin and cloth. A scream in my hand.
I gave it back. They answered from everywhere.
I kept moving.
There in the blind.