Barrow Fields high octane

Fennec's ears twitched and rotated as she waited, breathlessly, to hear any sound.  All she heard was silence, but the scent was too strong for them to be far.  They might be sleeping but they might also be watching her, and the latter made her fur prickle.  She was reminded suddenly of the wolf in the canyon and the creepy way he'd circled her.

I know someone's there,  she called out, likely a little louder than necessary.  Truthfully she wasn't one hundred percent sure, only like... 98%.  But she'd rather know than not, because otherwise she'd be keeping ears to her back even more than usual.  She hated the uncomfortable feeling that came with being followed.  At least she knew it was a wolf, because having it be anything else would have been ten times worse.  It didn't matter how brave she was; the thought of fighting another mountain lion on her own terrified her.

So don't try anything.  She added after a beat.  She lifted her tail instinctually as her pose took a more commanding, somewhat aggressive lift.  Generally Fennec didn't speak in body language, but some things were deeper knowledge than needed to be learned via mimicry.