Barrow Fields Barracuda

The wind favored the cougar, and she was unaware that she was being stalked. Her first hint that something was amiss was his alarm: as he looked back and and bristled, and she immediately turned her head to glance where his gaze was trained, and there, she saw the grasses bend out of the way as something moved toward her. She did not hesitate to discern what this thing was, she bolted in the opposite direction as soon as she realized that they were not alone. Her rule was to assume danger first, and confirm there is no threat later.

She would have kept running. Her second assumption was that he too would have ran. No wolf could stand against a cougar and to try was to ask for death. The cats were larger, faster, and armed with lacerating claws when the wolves had only their fangs to work with. It was suicide, but as she glimpsed the male charge the cat in defense of her, she spun around and swept menacingly to his side. Her dark ears thrust forward, lips raised above glistening teeth, and tail straight and bristled.

She would not fight the cat. She banked on the feline realizing they, as a pair, were more trouble than their flesh or his time were worth.