Not actually sneaking out

Aryn startled to her paws as the unfamiliar voice rang out, her muscle memory bringing her four paws onto the ground with an even distribution of weight. It was a very, very brief mistake, as the pain in her toes shot lightning bolts up her arm and brought her down to her knees once more. She peered up cautiously at the stranger, who smelled of Habari but otherwise she could not name.

His question brought an uncharacteristic scoff to Aryn's maw, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What do you mean, who did this? Recluse did this." She snapped back, her injured limb shaking slightly as waves of pain continued along it. Aryn eyed his respectful posture uncomfortably, her own ears flattening suspiciously as he stared her down.