Swiftcurrent Creek And I can't help you fix yourself

She was applauded, which was likely what she had wanted to begin with- but what surprised her most was how little she when her achievement was acknowledged. It wasn't enough- it wasn't having the right effect. She didn't feel flattered by his words and instead, felt the sinking feeling of disappointment. She wasn't sure why, but she found herself wishing he'd been dismissive, or that he'd tried to take the bird from her. It would have been so much easier if he'd just given her some reason to be angry with him. 

Frustrated, then, she fumed, and her ears flicked back. She growled and shook the bird as if it might at least wipe the grin from his face. It felt wrong, having him look at her like that. She bristled and snarled defensively, whale-eyed. All of this positive talk? It just felt wrong. She didn't want it. And as much as she wanted to give the bird to Arlette (or at least show it to her, before devouring it herself because she was, at the end of the day, a very selfish little girl) she no longer cared for it. She flung the bird toward him and with a huff, turned to stalk off.