Fighting down her fear, ignoring her instinct to flee, the powerful doe slowly turned to face the starving wolf. She flexed her hands into fists, and stretched her neck, preparing herself. The hungry thing watched from the brush, yellow eyes seeming to glow.
Without knowing why, the doe crouched a little, spreading her feet. She knew that a low center of balance is important for a fight, though she did not know how she knew. Now was not the time to worry about her new brain, however.
The starving wolf tensed, growling. It was a pathetic, scrawny thing, yes. And the doe's strength was incredible. But the wolf still had teeth and claws, and desperation. The doe did not expect an easy fight, but the anticipation seemed to be the worst part right now.
"Well get on with it," a husky, feminine voice said. The doe jumped in shock, realizing it was her own voice, speaking in perfect English.
The wolf seemed just as shocked, and finally acted.