Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

The reaction given is not surprising. A harsh reminder that Tauris is a stranger, not a friend nor companion he knew, but a wolf he'd do best to watch his tongue around; a wolf he could not be comfortable with. 

He is quick to pin back his brightly ears, nesting them in the sea of black while lowering his head to give a shrill whine as he looks up at her like he's been wounded. And he has. Her tongue cuts sharper than any in a long time.

He wasn't a kid. At least in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whines, tongue darting out to lick nervously at his nose. His body crouching low, scrawny tail tucked between equally scrawny legs.  "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to play a game. O—or see the valley"

"I don't think of you like that. It came out wrong."