Bayou was accustomed to living her life in the dark. In the night, when enemies were often asleep in their beds, she would lurk.
But here in this place, her clock had been reset. It was awkward for her to fight the urge and walk in the light, through the warmth of day and outside of the protective deepness of the forest.
She was a quick learner, but adaptation was clearly not something she was happy with. Even now, with her body pressed against the soil and her long limbs slinking her along, she held a scowl. Her tail was low and lashing. When a voice rose upon the air and summoned her, she halted.
Her head raised and her ears, pointed back up to this point, lifted to catch the air. Bayou sheathed her sneer and approached the distant figure; she recognized it as the man who found her, days ago. The one with all the power. Her tail curled slickly against her belly as she skittered close.
"Oui, Akhlut, oui. You ask for me, I come."
It was time to be Roz now. And so she used a sickly-sweet tone, added a false brightness to her eyes, and deferred happily to the thick-skulled man. "Oh, but what is the matter?"