The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

She peered at him a bit incredulously, only adding to the disbelief and horror already present in her body language. Storms and lightning had never bothered her before, but that particular world view was beginning to shift. The fact that the white male seemed to find all of this amusing, if not something to enjoy, only made the yearling more uncomfortable. So, fire didn't come out of nowhere— not technically, but it might as well have. There was no controlling the weather, no preventing it.

"I don't like it," she declared, her tone almost scolding. Tail fell silent immediately after, unsure of what to say next— introducing herself seemed silly while she was sort of annoyed with him, but she wasn't so upset that she felt justified in storming off. She settled for fixating her blue-grey gaze on him in judgment.