Blackbeak Bluff Now you can't not throw it

His display of speed was impressive, but he was bold- and quick to gesture for her to submit to his desires which riled her spirit. The jackal was not so easily subdued, especially not when commanded to do so by a man. The touch of his paw to her shoulder was his foot, pushing her down. 

She was snatched from her sprightly mood in that moment. Men had no place making demands of her; She snarled and snapped at the paw that sought to corral her into his embrace, and lunged toward him with loud barks to drive him off- little more than a bluff charge- but a harmless way of making her point which would leave both of them unscathed, but would communicate her point. 

Stiff-legged, she put distance between the two of them, eyeing him warily. She did not want to have to run from him, and she did not want to fight him, either. She hoped he might simply turn and leave. It wasn't as though she was even receptive yet- simply flirting to determine a possible match for when her season did arrive- but this man was abruptly taken off the list.