Deepwood Weald My life is like a Maury episode

Kusuma was, however, still a very skittish creature. And an expectant mother who needed to feed her pups. Her slender maw curled back to expose fangs, chest and head hunched protectively over her kill. 

Long, dark ears were soon pinned to her head, but the growl that followed was one of question, of fear. Who is this one? it demanded, the end of it rising into a sharp, low bark. Through it was also surprise that she was capable of growling at all. 

Wolf. Wolf. The musky scent of Wolf flooded her nose. Her paws lay planted to the ground, eyes fixated upon the Wolf's feet in turn. 

If she didn't move, maybe the wolf wouldn't see her.