hate is a strong word

"I've just joined!" She shrieked desperately in response, wide-eyed and anxious. She stepped back a couple of meters, neither fighting back or fleeing. Her ears fell flat upon her scalp, and she keened, "Fresh wounds! No scars!" And it was true; none of her self-inflicted wounds left any scars.

Her thin tail wrapped around her rear-leg, and she looked to him complacently, as though willing him to reconsider.