Iktome Plains sugar, spice, and everything nice

he's almost managed to clean his face off when suddenly a stranger is bolting straight toward him, barking and rearing up as she draws nearer. he flinches from the brown and white girl, hackles lifting even as she greets him. her play-bow is not met well; he snarls, fear flashing behind his eyes, and takes a step back. it takes him a moment to calm the terror arcing through him like lightning, to control his instinctive response to her approach, but he tries. then she darts away — which makes it a lot easier, actually. he takes another step back and finds himself falling back on his haunches unceremoniously, plopping himself into a very defeated sitting position. his heart is still pounding, and all he can do is watch and try to catch his breath as the girl comes barreling back his way.