Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

She suddenly heard frantic foosteps behind her. Whirling around, Dianne saw the girl sprinting right for her. The child dashed by, recklessly bumping into her when she did. Dianne came to a full stop and flattened her ears. She growled lowly as a flash of irritation hit her, but it quickly cooled to a simmer. So she was still being followed all along. Of course.

When the girl reached the border, she let out an obnoxiously grating howl, which made Dianne's ears fall flat again. She didn't want to be associated in any way with this kid when anyone showed up in case it was taken the wrong way, so she decided to hang back for now, moving back into the surrounding forest. Please don't tell them I'm here with you, Dianne pleaded inwardly.