Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Clarity clashed with madness for control, both flitting through her eyes equally. For a moment, Liri appeared confused; as if she could not understand where she was or why. Her paws shuffled a bit, trying to decide where to go. There was nowhere; she was here in this cave with these children who wanted to hurt her for reasons that Liri, even in madness, would never understand.

"Why are you lying?" Her voice, not entirely her own, came out tiny and confused. Her ears flattened against her skull, head cocked as she examined the callous boy before her and his silent companion. 

Rage took over next. Her eyes clouded with it, ears almost unpronounced against her head in flatness, spine bristled to the point of being vertical. Liri's muscles trembled, fighting the anger that made her whole body shake and her teeth grit so hard it felt as if they would break. 

"Why?!" It was more bark than scream as she found herself flying forward. If the move didn't scare them away, nor her sudden volume, perhaps the fangs she bared at them would.

"Go away, go away, go away!"