Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Inkeri backed further up. Forcing herself smaller. Pretty eyes moving from one space to the next. Perhaps, this one cant speak her home tongue. It made her sad for a moment. More of her identity stripped.

I'm Inkeri. Inkeri.

Her voice swirled around them in the silence. Timid and shy. Yet, taking up space. Cutting the air. A tightening began in her chest. Her eyes quickly downcast. A small wince.

She backed further away.