Elvia squinted her eyes but could not see. She listened to the soft padding of large feet And the occasional ripple in the creak. She spoke again saying, “Won’t you greet me?” Another low bellow came as the answer. “I am no threat to you if that’s what you think. And, be sure, I am also no good to eat.” Silent, hot breath in her face was this answer. “My muscles are gristly.