Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming like a broken record, looping all you know forever

A soft chuff startles her from her racing thoughts, and she glances up with wide eyes, sucking in a breath at the sight of the beautiful woman. She averts her gaze quickly, discomfort increasing tenfold; now is possibly the worst time to meet a pretty woman. The fiery-furred stranger's apparent concern only intensifies her embarrassment. Not really, The quiet words slip from her a little bitterly before she can stop them, though her tone is not unfriendly; she's simply upset. She swallows, ears pinning back as her gaze finds the vomit again, and falls silent. No doubt she isn't the best for conversation now — not least because she isn't willing to try.