Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

     Embry froze mid-dive; paws thrust outwards, legs spread wide, muscles in the shoulders clamped tightly at the wings. His emerald gaze flickered curiously as he adjusted his visual target. It appeared that, in the process of clearing the stream of all prospective prey, he had neglected the virtues of instinctual vigilance. 

     Tail flicking, ears poised, the female was not immediately hostile nor overhwelmingly amiable. Masking the heat rising to his face, Embry erected his stance to full height; subconsciously shifting his tail into the pendulus state of automatic. 

     "Indeed, I'm proud to say that the task is very nearly accomplished." He released a contented huff of air. Roll with it, Embry.

     "As it appears, however..." He grinned waggishly. "I've managed to attract something, now haven't I?"