Barrow Fields Barracuda

She would understand later that her agitation stemmed from her longing to be home, to have never been thrust from the lands she knew. There, she would not have been so easily sneaked up on by a cat, for she knew where they roamed, knew where they hunted. No detail about her home did she miss, and there was a lot of comfort, a lot of security to be had in such knowledge. Out here, she was a fish out of water, and she was feeling the stress of it rawly now. It lended speed to her paws, and her eyes scanned furiously in search of thick wood, somewhere she may be safe.

One ear she had kept turned back, to listen for the male behind her, and sure enough, she detected the faint sounds of his pursuit. She spun, the furs from her nape to her tail were risen like spears along her spine, and her tail was straightened behind her. But she faced the male with her ears folded back, and her tongue flicking between bared teeth. "Do not follow me," she growled.