Swiftcurrent Creek This is temporal, all we have is our temperament

Reverie darted through Swiftcurrent Creek in a blind panic, trailing blood all the while. It ran down her thighs in thin trickles, not enough to constitute an emergency but enough to make her lose all composure. She wanted to be alone. There was no one, no one she trusted to be near her right now. Perhaps once it might have been Lestan, but weeks of worry and silence had chipped away at her image of him. She did not want him, and if he had tried to pursue her, had warded him off with faint snarls and flashes of teeth.
Entirely unlike her, but Reverie was not at all feeling herself.
She caught the scent of @Arric as she sought a hiding place, but paid it no mind. She didn't want him, either. Reverie found a hidden place to tuck herself away, between the large roots of a very old tree, and anyone who approached would be met first with a low growl.