Overture Downs so watch your time, time descends

She whips around to face him with fire in her eyes, and he takes a step back instinctively, ears pinning back. He stiffens slightly as she takes a single step toward him, watching the tension in her posture. He's ready to flee — but then she seems to deflate, and the melancholy in her expression inexplicably compels him to stay. Her greeting catches him off-guard, and for a beat he doesn't know how to respond.
Um, sorry — am I bothering you? He swallows hard, shifting on his paws. I can um, go. Leaving would be preferable to being bitten, anyway; he's had more than enough of that in his life.