Blacktail Deer Plateau Chicken Dinner

Sorrel's body tensed up and fell, contorting into some unrecognizable shape as she struggled to regain her footing. Her ears were flat against her head and her hackles raised, despite the clear fear in her eyes. Her weak body protested as she struggled back up from the ground, but she worked against the pain. It is worth mentioning that any sort of friendly interaction these two might have had was now gone with the wind, just like Sorrel's temporary feeling of security without brother Kieran.

A low growl bubbled in her throat as she slowly backed away, this time with a bit more haste. No, she called out, voice shaking. It sounded like a command, though there wasn't necessarily a task behind it. Just, no. No.