Porcupine Ridge things my heart used to know

Diane's swift and unexpected reaction brought alarm to the forefront of his mind and he pulled back his lips, revealing his teeth in a brief admonishing flash, as if her reaction was offensive to him and his position. It was fleeting, however, and within moments his muzzle had smoothed back out and his expression returned to one of neutrality, though his eyes were a little wider and a little more wary as she looked over the newest member of the pack.

He didn't approach to touch her again. Even Farstep could tell that touch was unwelcome, and he was also bothered by how quickly she had pulled away, as if zapped by lightning. Having done nothing to harm her, the agouti male was perplexed and a little hurt, as well, and contented himself with standing some short distance away, refusing to move toward Diane a second time. He flicked his ears to hear her whine, but there was uncertainty and mistrust edging him now as a result of her sudden, explosive reaction; where normally he would have approached with a reassuring lick, Farstep stood still as stone.