Dragoncrest Cliffs Caught in the undertow.

The other girl had a strange way of speaking. Indra picked up on that a bit late, as she was flustered from having company at all. She felt a heat to her cheeks; Mireille sounded defeated and in that moment Indra felt good about her petulance.
But the other girl recovered quickly, posing a question Indra had no way to answer even if she'd wanted to. It takes her by surprise. She's at once flustered, frustrated, spot-lit; all of which translates to a spark of queer rage that does not fit the moment.
I—! Just—leave me alone!
The fur along her spine lifts in a fiery wave and with a lash of her puffing tail fur, Indra suddenly launches in to a hasty stride, ploughing through the piles of plucked flowers and debris in a frenzied exit before the rage bubbles up to overtake her sense.