Blackfeather Woods closing a goddamn door

after some time, no danger present itself, and she slackened her guard. she drank deeply, less hurriedly. and then came the words. she started, badly, and instinct bade the leap backwards, away, away from the dark man who's voice was hardly registered. she miscalculated, as a creature too scared to think straight often does, and her paws slid against the mud of the river, herform toppling into the water in a flurry a motion. she thrashed, leaping from the stream as quickly as she had entered it, and streaking away from the male, in the general direction of the heart of the territory.