Golden Glade forced into their true shape

She launched at him after a minute with a wild screech when he turned his head away, but her energy  deluded her actions; for she kept her soft anger quiet and the air between them slack. 

Only when she were upon his rump, from one giant leap, did her actions reveal themselves and she harmlessly bit into his fur, not even scathing his skin. 
She had not he ability to truly harm another. 

It was clear she wouldn’t expect the other to retaliate with hightened aggression, for she never harmed him. Only a knowledgeable mercenary would recognise the fruitlessness of her attack, fueled purely by her short bount of puppish rage.