Wapun Meadow Your luck goes up and down, like swings and roundabouts.

You're okay! <3

Eyes of seaglass rounded considerably at the little suprise -- not only was the rabbit there, but so was a wolf boy laying on his back. Cera jumped back considerably, like a spooked cat, and when her frosted paws reached the ground again they were practically glued to it.

Legs stiffened, hackles raised, and irises dialated -- the sea wolf was pretty much frozen in place.

The growl that escaped his maw did not help to ease her nerves, either. A flash of pearly ivories shone from her lips in warning, yet with her ears had matted against her skull and tail tucked against her pale belly, in was clear it was simply a bluff--

--it was visibly clear that Cera was scared.

Yet those were involuntary responses the witch had not learned to identify with ease. In her mind, the only thing she could recognize is the warning she'd been giving off -- in her mind, she appeared as intimidating as one could be. It was necessary.

It was survival.

An ear flicked as the young sire spoke. Though not towering by any sense, he was still larger and more muscular than she was. Yet he didn't seem that much older than her -- the boy looked quite young from what Cera could see.

"Yeah," she answered, straightening her posture with a bit more confidence than before. Knowing he was not much older than her gave her a bit of an ego boost, so to speak. Even being so bold as to claim the following;

"You're holding my prey. I found it first."