She could smell him, every hair stood on end knowing somewhere close there was a trespasser. It was too close, to the bars she rushed poking her nose through and though she could not see from here she could get a better idea where the other was. She knew the bars would not budge to let her to him no matter how hard she pressed, they were there for a reason, to keep others safe from her. She breathed in and out deeply, the first warning escaping her lungs but still she did not see him. Another warning and she heard him, scurrying away and then suddenly she saw him fleeing from her territory and she sat up proudly.
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