Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I can feel the city crumbling around me

The question came across as either denial or a dismissal. Moss blinked, seemingly shaken abruptly from her spiraling thoughts. Again, she felt a pang of shame, having made assumptions that perhaps she shouldn't have made. She felt the stirring of relief; maybe she was wrong. Maybe she'd just blown things all the way out of proportion. 

She would embrace the denial herself. 

Fate sent something that tickled her nose, causing her to sneeze almost without warning. And Moss was one of those creatures whose sneezes were something extra. She exhaled and shook her head. "Excuse me." She said, feeling lightly embarrassed, but grateful at the same time to be able to use the sneeze as an excuse for having looked so stunned earlier. She reached around and rubbed her muzzle through the thick fur of her shoulder, to make sure that whatever had caused her to sneeze wouldn't tickle her nose again. 

"Bit early for hay fever, but who knows." She said with an apologetic shrug.