Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

She held her grund, four feet squared as though she faced a danger, but allowed him to move without snapping or lunging herself- which damn near took every bit of her restraint. Part of her was allured by the assuredness of his movements, but it deterred her too, knowing he was willing to chance his safety to get close to her. She felt partially drawn toward him, wanting to lower her defenses- but part of her also wanted him to come closer so that she could rip him to shreds.

The steps he took toward her were one thing- but when he displayed his confidence with an arch of his tail, Niamh responded in kind, pricking her ears and curling her own tail above her haunches, the tip quivering slightly in the wind. She narrowed her gaze and a shudder of uncertainty pushed the fur to stand like quills along the back of her neck, and the ridge of her spine. She exhaled through gritted, still slightly bared teeth, and waited to see how he might proceed.