Julooke was a submissive wolf by nature, and rarely ever looked anyone else in the eyes, except her close friends and family- namely, her pack mates. So, she had yet to notice the piercing white eyes of the male in front of her. He stated he was enjoying the full moon, as well, but she wasn't buying it. It didn't occur to her to not take his words so literally.
He offered up his company, but Julooke was quick to decline, preferring to go with her gut that was telling her to high tail it out of there. She got up and attempted to do just that, but he blocked her. His words were nice enough, but this time she understood the meaning behind them. Her eyes shot to his and they were caught for a moment in shock- both at his stark-white eyes and at his intentions. I've had enough fun, thanks, she retorted. She tried once again to move to his right and around him. She had no knowledge of the female that was watching, so she assumed she had no one to ask for help. She was not a fighter, but she was a runner. If she could just get around him, she knew she could outrun him. Unfortunately, she also knew she would not be able to out fight him.