Honeyed Pasture mayday

She slunk through the grasses, feeling like a slinky little she-leopard, all sultry and sneaky.  She thought that her color would help her blend in ... but another glance around the field told her that wasn't so.  She was being watched with a striking intensity  by some other she-cat she-wolf.  Her face fell, and she could feel annoyance pre-emptively bubbling up inside.  Electra held the other's gaze for a beat as she continued to walk, then came to an abrupt halt as she projected loudly but flatly, What.