Neverwinter Forest and what love we get, we have to pay for

 small red ears flatten back against her skull, feeling for the first time a sense of danger at their proximity. that growl is like nothing she's heard before, that snarl a cruelty she isn't familiar with. she takes a tiny step back, her pout widening into a trembling frown. "you're mean!" the girl shouts, childish and sniffling, but does not move to chase him this time -- the image of those teeth bared at her enough to keep her rooted despite her stubborn tendencies. she stays planted, expression wobbly, until he's out of sight, and then turns on her tiny heels and scurries back to mama, the momentary fear fading until only her righteous outrage at his display of aggression remains. what a rude, bad man!