Moving forward cautiously, despite a wild urge to dash across the open area and… and what? He paused again, still struggling inwardly. The scent and sound of the male was energizing that other part of him which would not go dormant. It “he” smelled of the merest trace of fear, but body stance, voice, and gaze were all those of one who would fight, not one who would cower. One who had fought before and won.