Wapun Meadow There's ice in my water,

Perhaps it had been a little too late before she could notice the man who trained his eye then fangs before her -- to who had been hunting becoming the hunted. Eloise's reflexes had been too slow for it to be prevented, and before the woodland dame knew it she was a deer in headlights.
Dark ears swirling rhythmically at the sound of thunderous pawsteps, her head shot up in alarm and the irises in her olive hues became pin-pricked with terror at the one-eyed lupine that charged forward.
She could do nothing but stand tense from the muscle down, lips slightly parting in confusion before a bark forced itself from them;
"WAIT-"