This is foolish. Beneath her jangling nerves, she knows it's foolish. There's no getting out this way. But the ruction seems to have drive the two-legger back a bit, and now he's no longer standing in her way. She creeps out from behind the counter, then freezes. He's still in the room, and he's still between her and a proper escape.

She flicks her ears back uncertainly, staring at him. He's not carrying any weapons, at least not that she can see. And for all the noise he's making, she can't hear anyone else approaching. Maybe he's the only two-legger here. Maybe he can't find his Pack, either.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have one, though. She wrinkles her muzzle in a disapproving snarl. You make too much noise, she says, though she's fair certain he won't be able to understand her.