Blackfeather Woods don't trust people you meet

His mouth spread wide open and his teeth flashed in the light, but then his jaws snapped closed. He was surprised when he noticed she had drawn back from him. Where once her face had been so near, now she was cowering and absent, and as Mou studied her he realized he'd scared her. His chest was aflutter with guilt over this, and he called to her with an inviting little tone—I'm sorry, come back, please. As Mou did this with his pathetic wheeze of a voice, the boy lowered his head and tried to look as diminutive as possible, spreading out on his chest like a puddle.