She's not thinking straight and as a result, she turns a corner into a dead end, skittering and sliding to a halt before she runs into the wall. Malia turns to face him, backing up, tail tucked between her legs because this is it, this is—

Malia catches his scent, and she stops, blinking a couple of times. Another shapeshifter? Then why was he chasing her?

She cocks her head to the side, still wary, but not frightened.