She had not been angered by the male’s sudden actions, more curious than insulted as to what caused this form of greeting. Yet, the shock of it kept any question from verbally coming forth. Not so much as a whine slipped through her muzzle as she eyed him suspiciously.
However it was with a hardened eye that she regarded him then, watching as again he circled her from the side and made a wordless line toward her tail end. Again she spun around keeping the base of her tail pressed tightly over the crevice of her thighs. Her hackles raised with agitation for his conduct, as did her lips rear back in a show of ivory fangs. Her warning was low, throaty given the natural state of her chords, but audible and clear in its desire for an explanation. She had looked to the male as having a kind disposition the first time they met. Whatever had changed within that moment til now, she wanted to know before his actions found him hurt. |