Swiftcurrent Creek blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom

The fur at the back of her neck prickles upward as her body grows hard as stone. 
Colt had done something bad to these people, and somehow, she was caught in the middle of it.
Brown fur, darker on the face, her eyes narrow to slits, yet they are soft and weary. She stares at the thunderous man of few words, the tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips. Real skinny. Red eyes. Weird accent? Lives out in Tuktu? On willowy legs Wren shifts again, straightening her posture and facing the pair of men with a height that rivals their own. Yeah. I know who you're talkin' about. Look, I don't know what he might've done to the two of yas and your pack, but he didn't send me here. I've met him twice in my life. He doesn't know I'm here. She gestures wildly with a trembling paw, the crack in her voice worsening as the boiling deep within her stomach begins to spill over. The desperation is beginning to take hold, bloodshot eyes quickly glazing with worsening exhaustion and panic. I-- I don't know. I'm just trying to find a home. Believe me.