Redhawk Caldera i can tell you how the story goes

When she heard her name, a clawing sensation ran up her throat and came out in a quiet squeak. She flung back her ears and curled her tail toward her body, turning before she could catch herself and school her reaction. It was all she could do not to hurl the squirrel into the nearby undergrowth. The only thing stopping her was knowing that Bridget had definitely seen it, so flinging it now wouldn't go unremarked.

She dropped it instead, attempting to shuffle it between her paws where her sort-of-aunt wouldn't see the mess she'd made of it. Oh, um, hi Bridget! she said breathlessly, flashing a smile that was a little too dazzling to be real. Sora wasn't half so clever as she thought she was; everything about her screamed nervous energy despite how casual she felt she was being. What's uuup?