Sunbeam Lair Take [m]e out, make me think about it

Departing had not been enough, for the male had followed with a persistent air about him. She did not like it, finding no comfort in the feeling that came with being stalked after. He was impossible to lose, capable of keeping pace with her despite the obvious differences in their physiques. It was a troublesome thing, her heat, for it'd turned someone that she'd considered a friend into an unrecognizable threat. Finally, when he'd called out to her, she'd decided to try something new. After coming to an abrupt stop, she'd spun around to face his direction, expression serious. To allow for him to follow simply would not work, and it'd been made perfectly clear that he would not leave on his own. Thus, that left her with only a few final options, the first swiftly becoming her weapon of choice.

With her body facing his direction, she'd pushed her ears forward and raised her head, displaying her dominance in any and every way that was possible without lifting her tail. "Stop," the girl commanded, the words meant for no one other than Jolon. "Turn around, return to the heart of the territory and stay there." It was important that he obey her, and so she'd awaited for him to do so.