Blackfeather Woods periodic

spook her it does, and badly - she jolts forward, panic taking hold of her lungs and heart and body for a brief moment. and then it lets go and her heart is drumming against her ribs and she's whirling around, which is easier typed than done in the bog. her forelimbs falter and her chest meets the mud, but she's already taken stock of the boy and begins to backpedal. ultimately, she presents as a haphazardous jumble of limbs and wide eyes, coming to a stop only when she's facing him clearly, her underside now covered in mud. 

"hi," she offered weakly.