Blackfoot Forest And continued to run recklessly

She stayed stark still. Her eyes were wide and stare intent, it was clear she was uneasy -- even her tail was held stiff and puffed up. He then came closer and she watched, remaining perfectly statuesque herself. He had adopted a look about him not long after she'd realized him, and his included raised hackles and a growl. In response, she prickled up more too and felt a surge of new wariness welling up. At least he looked young, so she wasn't immediately as intimidated as she might have been of an adult coming at her like this with hackles up on strange turf. She was still feeling very much out of place here though.

Then his eyes were on her. All over her. She scrunched her muzzle, stayed stiff beneath the scrutiny of his investigation, and stared back. She readily met his light eyes and noticed the oddity of their shade as she did. She'd match him for his subtle rudeness, if this was how it'd be. "Far from here," she answered. Even if it wasn't really that far away. It felt further to her just because in her hurry to flee the scene of it all, she'd covered a lot of distance and the days had bled together afterward. All that was important now was that she'd come from a place that had nothing left in it now.

There was no longer the warm comfort of a home waiting for her anywhere. "Are you looking for something?" she asked, finally shifting enough to cant her head. Jazz tried not to cringe at the sound of her voice, either, all tired and unused like it was. She still hadn't moved significantly, and seemed rooted to her spot while she wondered if he'd catch what she'd tried to sneakily call him out on.