american boy - joining

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kiira | tanglewood | chaser
AND SOMETHING NEW WILL BREAK THE DAY

"H-hey." All soft, stuttering tones and flickering unmatched hues, the petite vixen materialized.  The child did not particularly enjoy engaging the strangers on the border, much less the ones who crossed over the markers.  She never had.  Everyone, especially strangers, turned her steady heartbeat into a heart on a runaway fright train.  In most cases -- all of them so far -- they were creatures larger, and far meaner-looking than her.  The small, frail canine did not set a high bar.  Of course, at the end of it all, she simply didn't trust anyone -- hard to be frightened of injury when nobody could consistently hit her, who kept finding her body in flux between corporal and not.  Simple distrust.  Afraid of being mislead again.  Afraid of being left behind again.  For that, she regarded every stranger with wariness.

Moreso when their body language spoke of rage. A light frown dusted the arctic fox's maw.  "W-what do y-you want from Tanglewood?" Her inquiry is sharp, though her words falter, as always.  Her ears flick back.  Calm stance, though her paws want to shake.  She's worried her body might decide to suddenly disappear -- turn entirely ghost-like, or perhaps decide this is not where it wanted to stand, but that it belonged up in a tree or over on a nearby log... "Y-you're tres-trespassing on our ter-territory." Rather rudely too.