Blacktail Deer Plateau This dream of going upstream.

An ugly grimace set itself upon her little face, hardly menacing but trying to be; Ibis was not a warrior, she could never contend with something as large or as fierce as a hungry cat. She was lucky this one had such a lethargic affect; but that could change, as they were fickle beasts. He spoke softly at her and all Ibis could do was react. Her short coat puffed (not adding much bulk in doing so, nor any menace) and her tail lashed the air before settling flat against her hocks, and she let out a small growl that would have been equally suitable in her daughter's throat.

Everything about her said: leave.