Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

Either she was playing his game, or she truly began to relax - something that could never be certain about. Instead of assuming either, he continued with his facade. With what she chose to answer and not answer, he was almost certain for the former. It really wouldn't be any inconvenience. He pressed as softly as boulder could, testing the waters as he stepped one carefully placed paw closer, dipping his toes into her space.

If he could get closer and not start a chase, it would be the best idea. As a mother she had to have a mate who would come racing if she screamed or howled for assistance. He had to make a quick move. One swift motion without fail. His chances were slim; but the closer he could make it, the better they became. He was confident in his assumption that she had very little fight in her - but it was the others who concerned him... others who would hear.