Barrow Fields Barracuda

She was innately drawn to powerful males; the heart of the wild demanded strength and dominance, but above that it demanded stable and predictable energy. Though she drew near to appraise him and to sate her curiosity, the sudden snap of his jaws caused her to leap sideways, a reflex despite far being out of reach of his fangs. His bristling and lip-licking unsettled her, and she stopped following then, her ears twisting as she watched him continue forward. Her green eyes roamed the blood that smeared his coat before she lowered her nose, sniffing the prints his paws left since it did not seem that she would be able to get a more personal whiff of him.