Sun Mote Copse Don't be shy, mortal man.

Well, she'd certainly overwhelmed him- and now, in seeing him coil like a serpent without a drop of venom left in its fangs, she felt bad that she'd potentially ruined whatever impression she should have made on her nephew. What if he went back to Rusalka and told his mother what she'd done? She'd possibly just reuined whatever little potential there'd been for them to get along to begin with, and had traumatized Ambrose's poor son. What would her brother have thought, if she could've seen them now?

"Aight. Well, next time you meet someone, especially a leader, don't be such a stuck up prick to them, an' show them respect. You're the one who lunged and yelled at me, remember? You're lucky I didn't boot your ass all the way to Timbuktu for bein' that snappy," She said. Her tone was stern, but calm. Her lips quirked in a soft, wry smile. "An' I warned you I was hungry." She said, before she gestured with her muzzle, releasing him from his pose where he cowered. "Now g'wan, if you wanna go catch up with Towhee." She said.