Haunted Wood meet me in the middle

The copper girl slunk forward until a voice broke through the fog of her mind. Hell, she hadn't even noticed him. This was one of those times where Ambrosia would've scolded her, cuffed her ears with a gentle paw and told her to pay attention before she got eaten. 
Her rust colored paws stilled, stopping a couple yards away and steeling her lemon gaze against the bicolored man. He didn't seem aggressive, just curious, and though the warrior within snapped at her insides and pushed her to lunge, no words, Brandy didn't move. Holding herself neutral but a little stiff, she replied in a somewhat forced tone accompanied with a friendly voice. 
               "Many better days, yes. Also worse. Might be better if I could get some energy out, but a walk works too I guess."