As it gets closer, Louis feels himself freezing up as well. It feels...it feels like...a fox? Yes, a fox, a stalking predator...but why is his mind making that comparison at first? He extends an...arm? Part of him looks confused at that, as if it should be something else. The memory of feathers...

But at the same time, these memories are...urging him to charge? He finds himself taking a step forwards, and wondering at how his body suddenly feels clumsy.