Greatwater Lake Hey Kizuato, say election.

She could see the frustration on the wolf's face, the anger, and she turned her head a little. He spoke and it was clearly a garbled mess of what she knew. So it was most than just distance for the reason she'd misheard what was spoken. Mallaidh cranes her head a little before she took a step back, putting the distance back between them. The last thing she needed was an angry and confused wolf breathing down her back. Look, look. You don't gotta be all in ruffles about it, she calls, though she knew he wouldn't understand. Just. Calm. Down. She takes a few obvious breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Calm.