Blackfeather Woods i'm in over my head

She would lie if she said that the male's arrival didn't startle her, and her fangs snapped reflexively in his direction, snapping on empty air when logic caught up with her actions. His actions screamed dominance, and yet she stubbornly refused to cower, so tired was she is the fear that seemed to have taken residence inside her chest. She stopped, looking up at the male and hating that she had to do so. "I am." She stated flatly, before turning and attempting to simply leave, though she doubted that the male would be so easily dissuaded.