Cvetka caught sight of the stranger the moment she heard him speak. Her hackles bristled, her ears pinned back against her head with a furrow of her brows. The sire was taller than she, visibly stronger. She suppressed a growl; instigation would be the worst move, at this point.

'Trap? Didn't fall for it.' Cvetka immediately tilted her head, ears returning to its upright position. Trap? she barked back, trap where?! Her gaze darted back and forth, but nothing seemed to have changed in her surroundings save for the new presence who stood before her now. Was he the trap? No, surely—was he implying that there was a trap she was stuck in? Her throat rumbled with an uncertain whine.

Close, too damn close—and Cvetka couldn't retreat, as her limbs remained limp from over-exertion. She resorted to turning her head away with a stiff lick of her lips, her tail wagging at her hocks in a placating motion—if you stay away from me, I won't bother you.