[ She makes a protesting noise of pain when Peter reaches for the cord, but she doesn't whirl on him with her teeth. She lowers to the ground again, putting less pressure on the snare as she waits for Peter to sort it out.
Yan is still terrified (because how can she not be?), and she's watching him with a well-deserved wariness, but she's also lost the prepared edge that had left her ready to pounce on him, to take a finger or three if he'd made to betray her tentative trust. ]
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Yan is still terrified (because how can she not be?), and she's watching him with a well-deserved wariness, but she's also lost the prepared edge that had left her ready to pounce on him, to take a finger or three if he'd made to betray her tentative trust. ]