Nina

She froze midstride as her ears caught a faint rustle ahead, then lowered into a crouch, muscles quivering. Sharp eyes spied a flash of movement and instinct took over. She sprang, vaulting through dense forest, anticipating the flesh of her next meal - but another sound caught her attention and she slowed, her quarry ran to safety.
"BAD DOG! You get back here!" she was scolded and shamed in defeat.