"I wonder if it’s just a really big dog… It’s not hurt anyone yet, so I don’t think I really have to worry about anything with observing it," her voice stayed calm, steady even as she spoke only loud enough for her mic to catch her voice as it hung near the camera. She examined the fur still between her fingers, rolling it around and seeing that, though it was course, it wasn’t wool, just very thick hair. She hummed a little to herself, "The claw marks I’ve seen on the walls aren’t man or machine made, they’re organic but easily twice the width of my hand, so the claws would have to easily be about.. Maybe four times as long as my own fingers? I want to say that’s where the sloth-like features of the rumors came from…"
She tensed up suddenly, “…. And I think I’m screwed,” she mumbled, feeling the ground under her shake just a little from the creature’s stomping behind her, a large maw shoving into her spine she actually almost fell over, hands shooting out she pressed her palms on either side of the ground to keep herself from flattening against the ground. Though she was royally scared shitless, she had enough of her wits about her to keep perfectly still and not make any sudden movements. If it was a bear, there was always playing dead, but she was pretty sure that was a myth anyway.
"E-Easy," she spoke quietly, "I’m not gonna hurt you," she kept her hands firm on the ground, but soon the creature was nosing and snuffling at her furiously, much like a rather large dog, like she had theorized in the first place. She couldn’t see who or what it was behind her since, well, it was behind her, one, and two her phone had fallen to the ground. She didn’t want to grab it and turn it to blind the creature adn thus piss it off; that was not how she wanted to see what its claws looked like, buried inside of her and leaving her a bloody, torn up meat mess on the ground.
"You smell my friends, huh?" she carefully, slowly moved around so she was facing the creature, only barely illuminated from the blow glow of her phone screen, and slowly she held out her hand to it, "See? Nothing in my hands. I’ve only got that," she pointed at the phone, "This," she pointed to her camera, obvious from the tiny red blinking light just near the lens, "And a recorder. I like to explore and learn about things," she wasn’t sure if it could understand her, but something felt different than just some beast at a zoo.
It felt like it might be intelligent, like perhaps it had some sort of understanding, considering it had snuck up on her like it did instead of thrashing her around or just avoiding her. The stomping reminded her of when she was younger and she was cornered by a skunk. They would stomp their feet repeatedly to show how fierce they were in warning, and then spray you if you didn’t run fast enough.
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