Dahozhoni Meadow Don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay

A dark figure caught his eye, bringing him to a reluctant halt. Panacea only stood for a moment, watching with ears tall and shoulders stiff. The stranger was pursuing him, it seemed — and he was in no mood for company.

His teeth flashed, ears pinning in an instant, but his eyes betrayed his fear. Panacea was no warrior. He was only desperate, and desperately in need of solitude.