Maggie Donohoo
In that moment, I felt pure fear. I could feel his breath synching with mine, watched the subtle flicker of his ears. He should have charged, smashed me to piece with his horn, but instead he waited. I think he wanted to see how I would respond to him. I too watched closely, the unwavering gaze of his iron-red eyes, the steam from his heavy breath against the cold air of the night.
