She just wasn't the type to stand her ground for no good reason. So caught red handed, Kipling shrunk at the sharp bark darting back quickly from the male to put more space between them, all while flattening her ears against her skull and slapping her tail beneath her. So much for finding something to eat. Still, she'd have rather not been run out if she could help it, making her own call to leave would have been most favorable. It was also the option that promised she'd be able to make it out without a few nips. So declining his challenge Kipling chuffed with a subtle shake of her head.
I didn't mean to get so close.
She explained, glad she could avert his gaze in her submission, because the lie flew so quickly from her mouth. She may have not meant to trespass entirely, but she was guilty of intentionally trying to hunt around their borders, figuring that a pack's land would have the best pickings. And here she was, a nose full of dirt and nothing to show for it. The loner shifted on her paws, unsure if she would excused at this point.