He responds violently to her words, to her even. Just to her; tall, skinny, least-imposing, paper-thin her. How that was even possible? No one had been so vehemently hateful of her since her birth. Not even Dude, her mother’s imprint, who had every right to be bitter about his imprint choosing her former one. Suddenly she felt like bolting, running so fast and far that she would reach Mirovis again, tuck into her caves, and disappear.
He growls, snarls, and she jolts backwards from that single step forward immediately. Her muscles tighten like steel cables, her legs ramrod straight and toes braced for the sudden push off to flee. Her ears are now flattened to the sides and her eyes widened, clear fear written all across her face. That is when his eyes snap open and his furious voice alone near spurs her into that double suspension gallop she alone seemed to possess.
"You do not know me and I sure as hell don't know you. What is happening to me? What did you do? Answer me!" Her eyes widen at the blame and her heart rises to beat in her throat, as though if he lunged for her neck he would pierce the most important organ simultaneously as the jugular…. Her mind suddenly responds ‘if he could pray to ever catch you’. “I did nothing,” she barely whispers, her head shaking in her barely restrained terror.
It was a hard thing to be social on a good day, the poor creature always a little set afar from the rest of Moladion. She had been a mere shadow for even the man she had loved in her more shining youth. To be outright blamed, to be openly reviled in this way… it was sheer torment for her to do less than flee.
The moment she decides to run, it grows like an entirely alien personality had caught her up and took control. The terror snapped from her gaze, in it’s place there was a self-assured creature gazing out at him. One that told him that she would run and he wouldn’t have a prayer of catching her if he did so much as twitch in her direction.