Follow the leader

His name would roll off his tongue and she would mull it over in her mind, his surname was not one she was familiar nor cared about. He held himself arrogantly, his movements closer telling her so. He moved to her right, causing her to swing her hips to her left, forcing him to stay in front of her. His words dripped a lethal poison, his eyes sweeping over her hungrily. Lips would curl in a slow grin as her pelt threatened to bristle.
"I could say the same about you." Sickly sweet honey dripped from her lips as her gaze raked his form like jagged claws. She had been taught to not be threatened or intimated by anyone. Muscles rippled beneath her russet pelt as she kept the boy in her sights, moving when he moved. She would dance with him for the moment, willing to play his game so long as she had the upper hand.