Oh, for--this is stupid, and whatever concern she might have felt for the creature is giving way to annoyance. She's given him no reason to pursue her like this, and while she's confident she could lose him, what would happen to the next poor dreamer who had the audacity to greet him? He can't be allowed to just attack folk willy-nilly.

Daine puts on an extra burst of speed, buying herself the time and distance she needs as she keeps an eye out for a good, sturdy branch. Spying one, she swoops in for a landing and shifts. She's no longer a little feathery thing; now she's a big furred thing, facing him down with teeth bared and a heavy paw outstretched.

STOP! she shouts, punctuating the order with a roar.