[That doesn't appear to be reassuring. If anything, it makes her fluff up larger and she leaps back away from him. Claws gouge chunks from the turf at her quick turns. These are nothing like the playful bows of a puppy, but are the aggressive, tactical slinking scuffles of a hunter working itself up to attacking an ambitious prey.

Dodging in, she makes a dash as though to trip him up, but changes direction at the last moment, her tail lashing hard against his leg. Again she crouches a few yards ahead of him, barring his path and growling.]