Ankyra Sound Dead doesn't mean gone

Not a ghost. Just a coward. Something ugly flared inside her, and her tail flagged as stiff limbs brought her ever closer to the boy. Mae didn't want to hurt him. But this — it felt good, knowing that she could if that was what she wanted.

If he didn't retreat from her then, she meant to press into his personal space; to take in his scent, muzzle brushing over the top of his head with the faintest hint of teeth grazing his skull. Wariness kept her movements light, still aware that the boy could snap. She was being invasive; aggressive, even, and she knew that. But she wanted to know just how far he would bend.