Oh, company. Maketh nods slowly, and does as she's told. It's the same strategy with approaching any sort of enemy. Don't flinch, don't threaten, and most of all, don't run. A predator would have to chase. It was their nature.

Maketh doesn't know very much about animals, let alone this one, but she knows people.

All things considered, there's not much of a difference at the best of times.

Maketh breathes out through her mouth, careful as she moves back. Her chest is starting to ache now that the shock of - this - has worn off. A sharp, throbbing pain. Broken ribs, she thinks. She'll breathe through it.