Although she might be a bit short on survival skills Fjallraven can be quite receptive to overtones in mood and certain details that others miss. She'd have to be stupid to see the way he stares at her. The way he stares but doesn't see. It is disconcerting to say the least and she shifts so that her tail is free from her bottom so that she can flick it about in her nervousness. What is wrong with him? No, that isn't right. What is wrong with her? Why can she not learn something? She couldn't even hunt for gods sakes! Every time she tried to do something brave, something worthy she ended up in a bad position. Last time she had become hopelessly lost. She had hid inside the grotto begging the night air to alert Reich to her missing figure in hopes he would save her. Instead she had been gifted with Jericho.

There is a strange feeling that overcomes her in the moment their eyes meet. She blinks owlishly down at him for a few moments in confusion. It is almost as if she can feel him, feel the anger that vibrates the air around him. A possible opening if she were to take it, snatch onto the bond and yank, but Fjallraven is fearful of this grumpy creature. Instead she tries to block it. Forget about it. There is no way she could even pretend to know Magnus - he is just so... scary!

Fjallraven looks almost like a cat up on the rock, her fur fluffed out now and her tail curling around her legs. Even as she asked if the mongoose was gone she wanted to ask him when he was leaving too because she did not intend to leave this rock until he was well and good away from her. She had not met anyone as mean as she assumed Magnus was - he talked down to her and it was almost reminiscent of her mother. Except her mother she had loved. This male she did not and she was certain he held no love for her either.

It is strange the sudden wash of righteous anger that peeks around her nervousness. She has never spoken out of anger to anyone and yet... it cannot be helped here. Something about Magnus opens the way for it, maybe part of the bond that feels his own anger and irritation. "No! I am not coming down until you go away." Her sweet voice is sharp and the moment she realizes this she sinks even lower into herself, eyes wide in surprise and clearly eying him as if he plans to jump up and strangle her for it.

But he doesn't shut up. No, he insults her more. She knows she looks bad. She could see it in the pitying looks of those in Asteraia and it stings because on top of all her faults she had not even the decency to look pretty. His words make her irrationally hurt and furious - so at odds with the being that she normally is. "I'm not going anywhere until I catch something! Now go away," she demands suddenly, in a faltering voice, trying to be brave but also being obviously afraid of this situation. No, she had come out here to practice hunting and despite a hurt paw, injured pride, and a rude male she would find something! Whether she'd catch it or not remained to be seen.