Emberwood stop being so laissez-faire; we're all scared of the future

sorry for the wait on this! we can keep it short if you want

The approach of another momentarily lifts his mood, until he realizes it's probably the healer. And then he realizes it's a girl, and his mood sours even further. He rises slowly at her call, doing his best to mask his irritation with the situation as he glances over her. She's older than him, clearly, but not much bigger — and pretty. He frowns, gaze dropping at the foreign thought.
Who're you? He mumbles to the ground, eyes flitting briefly to the bundle the girl had set down before returning to the snow between his paws. His discomfort is so intense that he can't even summon any anger. All he feels is awkward and oddly exposed — as if the girl can see right through him, and somehow knows how broken he is, how many awful things he's done. He doesn't like it at all.