Having been lulled into a sense of tranquility by the forest, he was caught completely off guard when the sound of scuffling paws and a fierce snarl came up behind him. Instinct propelled him in a dash forward, but he wasn’t quite quick enough. He yelped when a clump of hairs from his rear end were pulled right off. He spun around to face his attacker after gaining a few feet of distance, eyes wide.
Oh, the lady from the river. Well, crap. His mind danced through a variety of ideas and excuses, and quickly settling on his most favorite excuse, he responded, <b>“Oh! Cali! What luck running into you here! It seems I got lost…”</b> He had the most sheepish of grins on his face, which really looked a little insincere. He’d been caught red handed, and unless this wolf was really naive, he doubted she’d fall for it. He took a couple steps back to give himself more distance, more room to maneuver and make a run for it if, no, when Cali charged. His eyes darted over the scenery, checking for anything that might trip him up, or anything that he could use to hinder the woman.