Ænima

SHIBA KLEIN

Almost immediately he became defensive, snarling and growling like a rabid beast, his waterlogged hackles raised as though he didn’t look like an oversized, drowned rat. He was prickly, which was admittedly a nice change of pace, as long as he didn’t come barreling her over. He snapped his reply, and it seemed she struck a nerve. Her brows lifted and she stepped back, hopefully sending the message that she wasn’t there to ruffle any feathers. His or his companions. "I’m not here to antagonize or attack. I was only out for a walk when I saw you."

She did her best to keep her posture as non threatening as she could, but she was tensed and ready to move if she had to. Fighting wasn’t within her skill set, but she wasn’t about to roll over and take it if someone decided to attack, and given his condition it wasn’t likely that he’d be able to last long anyways in a fight. "You should try to relax, you’re in bad shape like I said and it won’t help if you over exert yourself. I’m a healer, not a fighter, and I can tell you’re in pain and your body is tired and weak. If your smart you won’t waste what energy you have trying to chase me off."

"Speech."