Cedar Sweep If she can do it, why can't I?

she did not expect the screaming. it stopped her dead in her tracks, face aghast, hackles pricked while simultaneously attempting to appear as small as possible. for a moment, in the face of the sound, she was silent, until she emitted a wavering "NO!" it came out louder than she intended, shocking even herself, and this seemed to be the last straw. 

bursting into fresh tears, she backpedaled, pivoting ungracefully and beelining away just as fast as she'd approached. sobbing took too much energy, and so she was silent as her face screwed up and she used up the last of her tear reserve.