Curiosity Kills

She was beginning to figure she lost him. Especially since she knew that she was lost as well. But still she wandered, might as well. She knew not how to get back or now where she was going. But finally she caught that useful scent once more and was found turning a sharp corner and spotting its source. There stood a male with no more places to slip away to. Eyes wash over in a curious manner as she pads forward a few more steps. "Why did you run?" The cautious she wolf would ask. Her body remained tense, though tail was relaxed behind her and ears pushed forward. She was far from showing any aggression- though the irritation of the chase was surly still evident in the gleam of her usually dull eyes. "I can't be that scary." She muses out loud. Almost tempted to snarl a tooth in his direction, just to find out how he would react.