[Thank goodness Perona's eyes were tightly shut, and her arms were over her head, lest the sight of that poor animal getting cut up would have been...rather shocking. The smell of irony blood is more than enough to tell her something's up, she has no idea what, but her fear tells her not to open her eyes just yet. A sick sixth sense tells her that that smell is a bad smell, and even though she's so little, Perona's sure she knows it's blood. Is it her blood? Is she dead? Did the big, mean bear eat her, and the smell she's smelling is her own blood? Is she even still alive right now, or is she gobbled up and dead inside the animal's stomach? Perona doesn't know, and whimpers as she stands statue still - save for a whole lot of terrified shaking - and her eyes tightly shut.
The only thing that's moving on the girl is the ruffle of the wind through her hair and dress, and the trembling of her lower lip as she quietly whines. She's too afraid to open her eyes, scared of what she'll fine when she does. The icky smell of blood is scary, yet she doesn't feel any pain at all. Maybe she really was dead. Maybe it happened really fast so it didn't hurt? Maybe she should just take a little peek?]
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The only thing that's moving on the girl is the ruffle of the wind through her hair and dress, and the trembling of her lower lip as she quietly whines. She's too afraid to open her eyes, scared of what she'll fine when she does. The icky smell of blood is scary, yet she doesn't feel any pain at all. Maybe she really was dead. Maybe it happened really fast so it didn't hurt? Maybe she should just take a little peek?]