Again…there…in the corner of…wherever he was…Those eyes: gold glowing with prismatic clarity, like dark stained glass with sunlight behind it. It made the brown that much warmer, like the soul resting behind the eyes was actually shining from the inside out.
“Hey there.” Ian stepped over vine and tangle, gnarled roots and unseated rocks, cautiously finding traction as he approached the timid creature.
“Hey, little guy.” He knelt carefully, peering through the leaf and the foliage to try to get a better view. There was a shudder, the sound of a shuffle and the set of eyes pulled farther back. A soft whimper answered him.
“You okay?” Ian advanced an inch at a time. “Are you hurt?” Where the scrap of meat that appeared between Ian’s fingertips came from he had no idea. But it seemed right
