Curiosity Kills

She is not a frightful creature. Especially in the gaze of one who is so. She stands solid with posture straightened. The only thing off was the gentle curve of her cranium to the side as she watched him with amusement obvious in her mischievous eyes. She pays careful attention to the shifting of his own. Noting how he kept looking for a way to slip past her. She would not of stopped him, but was glad that he had yet decided to do such. His voice shakes loose and her own ears perk forward once more. Confusion evident on her feminine facade. "One of who?" She questions without hesitation. Paws daring a step closer and toward the younger boy. What was the matter with him anyways? "Look kid, I'm not sure what you are talking about." But she was beginning to piece it together. The fact that he ran away from her and assume she was out to get him. It dawned on her in an instant and had her recoiling a paw step or two. "Something after ya' boy?" A brow arches as she remains steadfast in place. Hoping to swell herself to appear as if there was little to no room to inch around her.