Otter Creek it seems only fitting

There is a moment of silence, followed by a low growl from the male's throat. Now seeing this as more than just a simple confrontation, Zhenya raises her own tail and flicks the tip from side to side, showing that she is willing to fight. Her hackles are raised to a point now and an ominous snarl begins blooming in her throat, leaving a harsh vibration trickling down her spine. So, you're the hunting party, then? Sent to come for me? Zhenya remains in place, unsure of how the scenario will play out. She sizes him up from where she stands, looking to see just how fair the possible battle will be.