Otter Creek Override by fear

She woke rather...suddenly.
As if a gentle hand had shaken her awake.
He watched her carefully, head and tail raised.

She bowed, and Taikon did too.
Respect. Better than what Imaq claimed. He hoped the wolf-dog was safe.
"Stay a while," he invited with a smooth tone. "Until you're sure you're feeling better."
And not going around the Wilds fainting at everyone's doorstep. That wouldn't do.
Her smell was rubbing itself into his nose. Maybe she'd rolled in wildflowers and one of them made her pass out?
He glanced o Taikon, wondering if he noticed too.