[Barclay glances at the buffalo, quick, but not moving too quick. He somehow resists the urge to gesture with his pistol. The absolute last thing this particular situation needs is an accidental gunshot going off in the direction of any large herbivorous creatures and their tiny offspring.] Hands down, [he whispers.] Just make yourself tiny. Tinier than usual, [he amends.] I--
[At this point, the small calf beside its mother decides to go against buffalo advice. The baby starts to walk toward Kenzi, as a matter of fact, raising its blunt black nose and sniffing enthusiastically in her direction. Its mother grunts a warning at it, but it isn't listening, and in a moment she's lurching a heavy step after her offspring.
Barclay's mouth goes dry. The possum beside him stands up on its hindlegs, its pink tail lashing in alarm.] --Faster away, [he says. Louder than he should, but not it turns out, loud enough to distract either of the animals venturing toward the slender thief and her bandit-eyed companion. Barclay jerks his head rapidly toward the big tree toward Kenzi's left— something to hide behind.]
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[At this point, the small calf beside its mother decides to go against buffalo advice. The baby starts to walk toward Kenzi, as a matter of fact, raising its blunt black nose and sniffing enthusiastically in her direction. Its mother grunts a warning at it, but it isn't listening, and in a moment she's lurching a heavy step after her offspring.
Barclay's mouth goes dry. The possum beside him stands up on its hindlegs, its pink tail lashing in alarm.] --Faster away, [he says. Louder than he should, but not it turns out, loud enough to distract either of the animals venturing toward the slender thief and her bandit-eyed companion. Barclay jerks his head rapidly toward the big tree toward Kenzi's left— something to hide behind.]