Lion Head Mesa Pangur Bán and I at work

She dare not reply to his comment.
His actions are too dynamic for her to read. She crouched slightly, mimicking a cougar. Tail slashing the air left and right.
She represented a pissed off kitty - or so she thought from what she studied.

She was overstepping, far for what she was.
A lone wolf who once had a mountain where she could be at peace with cougars. And a pack behind her.
Here, she was a lone wolf, sizing up this particularly large and certainly experienced male.

"some hunting tip I'm sure your wiseness has developed, or a move that could save my life - from your kind or my own. I don't care if you think I can't do it, I'll learn."
Even if he outright attacker her, she could be ok. 
Could be, not will be.