The Sunspire Fear of living and loving what's that called again?

Nerian swallowed a yelp as the big dark male came up upon her, She got her paws up under her but did not stand, she did scoot backwards. She tried to look over her shoulder to where she was going but not look away from him.

Nerian backed into a tree and backed herself into a sitting position curling her tail under her, it was the first time since Odin's Cove was she afraid she'd be attacked. sorry, sorry, She pleaded I was running, I lost track of where I was, I was to tired to even scent the border I must have past. She lowered her muzzle toward the ground protecting her neck while appearing as submissive as she could. The cross upon her face picking up the sun seeming to glimmer I was hoping to ask for permission to take some plants, I noticed here that are not growing by Stavanger Bay Nerian winced and waited hoping she could hear his reply over her madly beating heart.