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

Reverie was, for the moment, a creature reduced to fearful instinct. Arric's approach did nothing to soothe her; by the time he greeted her she had backed herself all the way into the corner of her hiding spot, all bristling golden fur and bared teeth, tail tucked tightly against her. He was questioning her, but she hardly registered it. For a few moments the only thing she could do was growl at him, a low and sustained note that eventually broke off into a whine as some part of her finally recognized his authority and bent under it.
Just - leave me alone! She managed, hackles still rippling, and started to sob in earnest. She buried her face in her own forelegs to hide the tears. As long as Arric maintained a healthy distance, Reverie would slowly start to calm, but if he came any closer it would be met with teeth.