Silverlight Terrace come and get your love

It was the whisper of grass on fur that roused her from her half-sleep. The fur along her spine was already bristling when a voice startled her into wakefullness.  She rocketed to her paws, turning to snap a grizzly warning at the stranger that'd disturbed her sleep so rudely and, admittedly, scared her half out of her skin.

"What's your problem?" she demanded, backing several steps away and peering at the other with tense, wary eyes. She'd been sure, for a moment, that she was going to be attacked.