Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

Sif stiffened further as the male's gaze fell on her. It looked like she hadn't been sneaky enough. She'd have to work on that - but in the meantime, she glanced anxiously over her shoulder, thinking that now would be a good time for Isengrim to rush onto the scene and hand out one of his firm 'talking-to's.

Her mahogany gaze slid back to the male's. He was glaring at her, and she drew herself up as much as she could, thinking that she could probably take him on. But right then, her stomach gave another loud gurgle, and her ears slicked back in momentary fear - What was that?

When she realized the sound had not come from an aggressor but from herself, she folded into her own embarrassment, her stance going from aggressive to uncertain in a few seconds.