Hoshor Plains Queer Lodgings

Suddenly he's shouting at her, and she freezes - mostly shocked, having never been yelled at before, or at least not in recent memory. It surprises her that he'd go full-tilt in to some kind of rage when all she was after was a shoulder to lean on; the kind of thing one would expect from a member of the pack, and especially a leader. It wasn't too much to ask for, as far as Ibis could discern. She could've gone to her brother but she was also trying to grow, and to trust outside of her tiny circle. Why was it so hard for Mal to do the same? How did he expect to be a leader if this was what his followers were met with?

Ibis wasn't one for anger; she had felt strong emotions before and been led by them to confusing ends, but she wasn't interested in letting Mal win by turning and fighting with him. It felt like he was always after a fight, and Ibis was not a warrior nor was she interested in arguing with someone that was clearly not mature enough to handle it. 

Maybe it would be better if she just left. He obviously didn't care about her, or about Okeanos. It was a wonder he was trying to forge himself a pack to begin with - ah, but there was her anger, starting to rise up and take over. Ibis fought against the urge to devolve in to childish yelling, and opted to pick up the pace; maybe she needed to go out for another trip, keep her distance for a while.