Greatwater Lake i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Everything becomes sour within, acid biting at the back of her threat as he closes the distance between them. Her ears splay outward as she dips her head lower, nose pointing down. Even the fur along her shoulders bristle but there isn't much to impress and she can't help but retreat again to hear the splash of a second foot on the slick bank. Her toes spread to hold her balance as one foot starts to slip. Siobhan holds her ground to refocus her attention. Backing up further into the water is asking for as much trouble as it would be to run. She glances off to her right, hoping to see something a second time for escape. 

"I-I..." she trails off, unable to find the right words. Her head swings back around and her mouth loses all the moisture she'd had a moment ago. "I didn't mean—"

Her nose flares as she tries to find a pack scent. Had she trespassed and now faces the cruelty of her crime? Her jaw tightens as the need to apologize bubbles on her tongue but she fights it back. She finally gets the communication to her legs instead and takes a few steps to the side—no further back into the lake than she goes forward—and hopes for the best to get out of his filthy gaze.