Stone Circle Nose to the Ground

And again with someone on the tracks of his prey. This time it wasn't slobbering on his bunny, as that was worse than a tiny female with mountain lion bones running at him. That he could handle.

Perking his head up at the swift noise and even swifter feet running at him, his ears shot to the sky as his once bewildered, hard set face turned into a scrunched scowl. He too charged straight ahead, kicking up equal amounts of clippings from the flowers beneath them and leaning his head down like a bull to charge, only lifting it when he got closer, and when he finally was closing alarming distances, the air snaps and warning barks started.

Should she stop, he would've too; though perhaps not without headbutting her.