Bigwig stands bolt upright on his fours and runs in a panicked circle at Amaterasu's bark, out of instinct more than any legitimate fear of her. Once he's wrestled his flight impulse under control, he hops up to her, ears turned outwards in a signal of irritation. "Could you not? Just because you aren't deadly at the moment doesn't mean you aren't elil."

He does follow her, though, if huffily.