Had she been a male, he would have responded to her challenge in a different way. Instinct did not allow him to attack her, however; she was not only a woman but an older woman and thus demanded the need to retreat father than face her. As the grayish shape advanced he took a tentative step back, ears folding down. As he moved, he felt a stronger urge to confront this feeling, but he did not wish to tempt a woman, least of all one that would push him against a whole pack.
Quickly, he wheeled and made off at a sharp trot. It was a graceful retreat but one that showed his obvious discomfort. Pale feet picked up to a trot as if she might follow behind him, and when he was beyond the edge of their border he quickened this to a jogging pace that carried him away quickly, unsure as if she would be on his heels as he most certainly imagined was possible.
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