Spotted Eagle Mountain what light breaks through these clouds

Ya spooked her!

The stranger introduced himself. By using a similar layout to his speech as herself, Rheia could understand him; although she disliked being babied by anyone she knew it was a hoop she had to jump through. Yet when he named himself as Phocion, the sound of the name itself stopped her from leaping in to the dark recesses with him. It sounded almost familiar - something close to her native tongue at least, which drummed up a natural inclination to resist his desires. Rheia did not know what he wanted and as sweet as he had been to her so far, she was suddenly quite nervous. Then, as he made room for her in his temporary shelter, she knew this was one of those men that her sisters had often spoken about. They had been rare, obedient creatures upon her old mountain home - but this was a very foreign entity to her. Rather than accept his invitation she clammed up and physically reversed - first by recoiling a few steps, then ducking and slinking away from him, ears plastered to her head and body hugging the shadows. Her sisters lessons were all that she knew; whatever friendship this man offered, Rheia did not want it.