Bramblepoint i hope it's already too late

the individual had not noticed her. coyote, she knew; they lived in packs and kept their own language. if caught by a group of them, it could spell death for the lynx. but this one was alone, and therefore posed no threat to her.
bathsheba wended closer, revealing herself with an elegant leap of her long hinds. the fur that had come off him rolled toward her, and she sniffed delicately at them, gleaning her own messages. "what do the wolves think of you?" she lilted, large paws carrying her a step further.