Her ears drew back as he asserted himself before her, even going as far as to threaten her person. An act no less of a territorial creature. The very kind she had hoped to avoid in the instance she had been bolder in her pursuit.
Smoothly her lips peeled back as she lowered her head slightly, though her eyes remained carefully locked on his muzzle. Last she needed was to look away for an instant then find the sharp weapon pressed to a vulnerable artery. “…hungry,” she stated simply, unabashed of its implication. “…it was found on grounds unclaimed,” she whispered. “The first I have tracked in days. You would keep me from it… rather than shadow to find my intention true… or spill my blood and attract larger teeth than either yours or mine.”
Her tongue flicked across her lips impatiently, tasting not desire blood but earth and a healing sore. Each moment spent explaining was another that gave her quarry the advantage in distance. Each moment brought it deeper into lands she could not cross. It was a bothersome circumstance, but one she imagined was necessary in these parts. Afterall, she hadn’t before crossed near another packs borders before now, let alone threaten to traverse their threshold for food. |