Emily stayed perfectly still as Lena began to pace back and forth. It pained her to see Lena's tail tucked between her legs and fluffed up to twice its normal size, brown ears on a near constant swivel as they twitched this way and that, the tips flopping around with each movement in response to every singing bird, rustling leaf, and snapped twig. As much as Emily wanted to offer her girlfriend some form of comfort, now was not the time – the best she could do was try to look as nonthreatening as possible.

The last time Emily had seen Doctor Angela Ziegler this angry she had been screaming at a young male alpha who had, on a dare, attempted to eat an entire bottle of apricot jam. He'd shown up at her clinic needing his stomach pumped and an antihistamine shot. Angela had taken care of him, but she'd also given him a verbal thrashing for his foolishness before sending him on his way.