Ankyra Sound what height dare we not dare?

he noticed her, mere moments after she had determined that he would not. her slender limbs did not turn in flight, but instead stood stock-still, watching the male. lips curled back to reveal gleaming fangs, and the nymph's fur prickled warily, rising in the slightest along her nape. her head tilted a fraction, curious, perhaps, at whether or not he would prove to strike, to make good on his threatening posture. 

she ought to run. any small creature ought to, when faced with a large, hostile one. yet she did not, staked as she was to the earth. the reason was rather a stupid one, given the situation; she had come to realise the stranger was rather handsome. and the coyote had an appreciation for fine things, even should they be angry wolves.