Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Wait, was he actually nervous?  Fennec was thrilled.  She was one hundred percent messing with him at this point, and the implication that he was scared of her probably should have bothered her, but she ate that shit up.  For a girl keenly interested in anything horrifying or strange, she wasn't exactly intimidating to most wolves on sight.

She couldn't stretch it out long, but she didn't need to.  Just long enough to get a good solid sense of where he was.  I have no idea what you're on about,  she said.  As she did, her steps began to fall sideways, taking her into a subtle circling arc.

Oh, she was going to trounce him alright. Just probably not the way he expected it.

From what she could tell, they were in a pretty open space.  After a moment that she let stretch long... she lunged, without warning, towards him.  It probably looked like she was surging forward for a tackle, but she didn't.  As soon as her muzzle brushed his pelt, she whirled and took off in completely the opposite direction.

You're IT!