Dragoncrest Cliffs but she got legs up on the dash

Little Kasatka sprang back in shock as the man showed her his teeth. She couldn't remember the last time someone had behaved this way toward her - mostly because the answer was never. No one had ever snarled at her. But after her initial recoil (which had landed her on her ass) she found herself frozen with shock, which was the only reason she didn't run before the man's face mysteriously transformed.

"It's okay!" she hurried to assure, eager to keep him out of the black mood she'd found him in. It was odd, but he seemed friendly, now. Kasatka straightened out a bit, standing but keeping her body low as she regained the distance her stumbling had put between them. "I'm Kitten," she said uncertainly, feeling unusually shy in the wake of the man's moodswing. He'd asked questions, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth - what had she come to him for? "I guess... I want to join this pack?"