Sunbeam Lair [m] who try to turn you

He couldn't tell if the stiffness in her voice was from irritation or suppression.
His tail twitched, thinking. What could he do? He must be wrong about something.
He swallowed, not realising his tongue had dried in his mouth.

She drifted closer and Rowan dipped his head slightly, nearing towards her himself. There was a pack scent on her coat. Maybe they were nearby. That scent clung to her, urging his body to react. But he held still, fighting that knotted feeling in his gut. She asked for his name again - probably something to do with this illness Rowan suspects she has.
"Rowan Blackfeather," he replied softly, drifting another step closer on controlled feet.

"What do you need, Praimfaya?" His voice was soft but unexpectedly smooth and slightly deeper. Rowan's eyes widened for a second, resisting the urge to cough to fix how he sounded. But he was hella out of ideas for how to treat her so, he might as well ask.