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Spring didn't like this situation.  She didn't like this wolf either, nor did she trust him.  She wanted this creepo gone.  Now.  Her hackles lifted and she bristled fully, her lip curled, muscles tightened, ears fell back, tail swished low to the ground and a low, threatening growl began to seep from her throat.  Spring then regained her previous eye contact with the wolf, this time her golden colored eyes glared with coldness.

"I can handle myself indeed."  Spring growled, still eyeing the artic male.  "So I suggest that you leave now wolf."  She stated.  Although Spring did not want a fight, she would never allow this creepo or anyone else to keep this strange attitude up with her.