I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells.

Edited for conclusion.

The male turned on her, obviously angry that his meal had been lost. Her ears flattened as her body tensed, and scrunched to appear smaller. She meant him no harm, but she wasn't confident he didn't mean harm to her. Fear made her freeze. She opened her maw to answer him, but nothing came out. He kept talking, telling her she would catch his next meal. Julooke wanted nothing more to do with this menacing male, so she certainly wasn't going to hunt for him. Her skills were for her pack. Silently, she shook her head side to side, telling him no.

Fear kept her mute, but instinct told her to run. She turned quickly, too quickly, and stumbled in the brush. It took her a moment to regain her footing, but when she did, she ran. She had no idea what kind of a runner he was, but she knew her own ability. Her fear seemed to only enhance it. Would he chase her? Come after her? What happened if he caught her? The thoughts invaded her head as she did her best to get away from the big, bad wolf. After a few minutes, she slowed, silencing her pawsteps. Her ears flicked back as her head turned to look around. She couldn't see anyone following her. Her sides heaved with her exertion, but it seemed she had gotten away. Turning back towards home, she continued to head in that direction.