Haunted Wood meet me in the middle

Her sharp lemon eyes didn't waver from Cicero's form, waiting for him to turn agressive in the least bit, prevoke her in any way. Confusion and curiosity were the only things she noticed, though, and for a little while longer she refused to let her instincts control her.  
               "Unless you plan on fighting me, then no."
It wasn't an energy that would be quelled with hunting, or just plain running. It was all the pent up stress of the past few months settling on her suddenly grownup copper shoulders. Her tongue darted out, licked at her lips in anxiousness.