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

The bleeding had stopped at some point, but Reverie had been too panicked to notice. She was aware of it now though. Soothed somewhat by this knowledge, she eventually found it in herself to inch closer. Reverie crept from her spot among the roots, belly to the ground, as close as Arric would let her. She rested her head between her paws and whined, ears pinned. Submission in full, an apology for the aggression she'd shown him. He was her leader, after all.
I'm sorry, She was so ashamed she could hardly look at him. I don't feel like myself... It was so strange, so difficult to describe. Reverie felt as if she had become a stranger to herself, and wondered if those around her saw the change in her too. Maybe this wasn't the best time for introspection, but...
Honestly, she didn't want to deal with trying to explain to Arric where she had been bleeding from and why.