Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

It was for the second time this season that fear broke through the haze Osprey was in. As the male approached her boldly, she took steps back in order to keep a safe distance between them. Ears drawn back, tail tucked tightly to her belly and herself in half-crouch - she was a spitting image of a wolf that lacked confidence and wished to be somewhere else (preferably far, far away) at this very moment. Having always been the one, who hunted, she had never felt like a prey herself. 

Stranger's words, though they did not hold an immediate threat, repulsed her and she replied with a low warning growl, while out of the corners of her eyes she tried to scan the area and find the best escape route. It was clear from the beginning that she would not be able to escape, should she decide to run, and she would lose, if she put up with a fight. Yet there had to be a way out of this - her nature refused to give up. 

The arrival of her mate swelled her heart with hope and an instant her position changed - her standing more upright and, while still growling, she was ready to join Dante in a fight, should that kind ensue.