Whitebark Stream Hate is a fine antidote for fear.

the onset of her symptoms had been sudden and unexpected. bhediya grumbled as she rose lazily from her half-dug den to seek out an afternoon snack. her body ached with the pain being centralized in the back of her head. she wondered what'd happened to give her such a bad headache but thought that if this was the replacement for the nausea and dizziness, she'd happily accept. 

there was an unfamiliar male in the distance. her hackles pricked on instinct — pygmalion? — but she was quick to relax. he wasn't here because he wasn't anywhere; this was just one of her packmates that she'd had yet to meet.

walking slowly to greet him, bhediya offered a friendly chuff.