Barrow Fields Barracuda

The cat retreated, though not without some further encouragement from the apparently bull-headed male. Rio did not participate, she hung back, her ears splayed to the side and her bottom lip pinched in her teeth as she stared after this reckless wolf. She could not fathom his behavior at all, and what he said next only further confused her.

She gave her coat a shake to ease her tension, then turned to face him with the peering stare of a mother hen. "You have a funny way of apologizing," she stated, her tail twitching back and forth. He seemed not to understand how badly that situation could have gone. Far as she was concerned, had she not been there, that cat would mauled him... although it was also true that had he not been there the cat would have mauled her. So, while she wanted to scold him for forcing her to have to come back to defend him, she couldn't when he defended her first.

"Thanks," she said, and feeling miffed at who knows what, she made to move past him and perhaps wander off if he did not stop her.