Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

First one ear flicked back, and then the jackal turned back to regard the stranger curiously as he rose to follow after her. She could see him clearly now; a yearling, shaggy and unkempt, marked with wounds that had apparently been treated with some kind of poultice that still smelled unwelcome and strange.

His behavior was odd; the bark was shrill, more the sound of an adolescent than a young adult...And he seemed surprised by the sound of it himself. Maybe he needed a drink, if his throat was dry. Something about his expression made him look as though he'd just awakened from a deep slumber- and his question, nonsensical, caused her to blink and tilt her head.

She squinted at the implications of being mistaken for a bear. Considering Sapphique's history, the comment was lightly triggering, and caused her to bristle.

She pursed her lips and shook her head.