LeeAnn could smell the whiff of human remains. If drove her crazy. It was not her race but her illness that made her want to eat it. She had the hunger of a wendigo many said, but she swore off on eating it. It smelled delicious, but she had promised herself she would not eat it. She looked at him then at the jar then back at him. Slowly, she crept forward taking the jar and staring at him. Sniffing it and eyeballing it trying to not be tempted for too much longer. She refused to eat the past few days and was clearly malnourished due to the refusal to eat. She was way too upset.
LeeAnn dropped the jar out of fright. Her breathing fastened and scaddled away looking at him with a wide eye. What was he trying to do? Was he with them? She hissed and glared at him then back at the jar. Tempted, she quickly took and ate a few of it. Disgusted with herself, she gaged, but was too hungry to really care about morals. She did not eat like a slob, but with manners showing she was civilized. Afterwards, she licked the jar clean and handed back to the stranger, apprehensively. Her ears were clearly folded backwards with terror.
With gradual confidence, she slowly stepped forward towards him. He did give her food...and proceeded with caution towards her. Though, she quickly took a few steps back seeing her fears were haunting her. The clear sign she was in distress and unsure of what to do, make her panic. She looked around as he vision became blurry. Tears streamed down her face out of panic. It was another panic attack as she sat down holding her head.
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