Hoshor Plains R&R

Mitanni continued to stare incredulously at the golden-eyed male, fidgeting where she stood. She was getting a restless, uncomfortable sensation in her legs now, urging her to turn tail and run for the Phantom Hollow. As long as she reached the pack's border before Pilman did, she'd be fine. Her pack would be there to back her up and she'd be done with this confusing, nerve-wracking interaction. But would she really?

Worried, she listened as he spoke of honesty, the true reason he wished her to bring him to her pack, and it only flustered her more. Cute? You don't even know me! She wanted to yell the words at him, to drive the concept of subtlety and charisma into his head, but she was so dumbstruck she couldn't. Her amber eyes went wide, her brow furrowed, and a panic-stricken look crossed her face.

"I am not cute," she insisted, "and you need to stop with that talk." How was she supposed to bring someone back to the pack if they kept talking like this? She didn't want someone around the pack that talked like that. She didn't even want someone around talking like that now. Ears pinning to her head, she backed a step away from Pilman. "I don't know if you've been alone too long or what, but you need to rethink your approach." That sort of thing might have worked on someone inclined to rash, instant affection, but she was definitely not that type.