The wolf had been crouched low to the ground, hoping the two-legger would just walk by. She's hidden herself in a dead end, weighing the chance of being cornered against the greater likelihood (or so she thought) that no one would have any reason to round a corner that doesn't lead anywhere. Seems this two-legger didn't need one, and now he's standing between her and the way out.
He's very tall, and he's staring at her with a look of mingled confusion and fear that makes her hackles rise. What is he going to do to her? A scared two-legger might do anything.
She's terrified of going any closer to him, so she goes in the only other direction available: farther back into her dead end. She hits a shelf almost immediately, paws knocking over stacked paper cups and tearing into bound sheafs of napkins. There's a horrendous clatter as ceramic mugs and bottles of flavored syrup are dashed to the floor. She knows she's only drawing more attention to herself, but she can't think straight. She can only continue her creditable but fruitless attempt to dig her way out through the supply shelf.
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He's very tall, and he's staring at her with a look of mingled confusion and fear that makes her hackles rise. What is he going to do to her? A scared two-legger might do anything.
She's terrified of going any closer to him, so she goes in the only other direction available: farther back into her dead end. She hits a shelf almost immediately, paws knocking over stacked paper cups and tearing into bound sheafs of napkins. There's a horrendous clatter as ceramic mugs and bottles of flavored syrup are dashed to the floor. She knows she's only drawing more attention to herself, but she can't think straight. She can only continue her creditable but fruitless attempt to dig her way out through the supply shelf.