Lighten up the atmosphere

Widened eyes. Flight or fight nature that leaned towards flighting whenever possible. A scared appearance. Everything remained the usual for Hecate but the dunes had some sort of an effect on her. There was a voice from an unknown figure and she turned to see a stranger asking for advice. Hecate took off as she hated social encounters altogether. She had grown accustomed to running away from the things that so often frightened her. Trauma had turned her into such a weak thing. There had been one time, a time early in her pup hood, where she had been very easy-going and loud and rambunctious. She cared not to remember the events that took that away from her.