Prey, or Predator?

She held her weapon close to her body, at her hip expecting her foe to have already closed the distance. Her instincts were still intact, she didn't forget all her training. However, the thing that greeted her, no polluted the waving dunes that crowded her vision with its dark form, was still. Her finger rested on the trigger as her mind had a conscious moment to consider what it was. Part of her brain told her this was her salvation, this was food. The other part of her was only put off by the mangy appearance of her newfound traveling companion. The beast was a womp rat, as long as she was tall excluding the tail. If you counted the flayed looking appendage, then taller.

It watched her intently, beady eyes locked onto Niome's fierce blue ones. Little soulless marbles that seemed to gleam with their own light. It was a comedic grounds for a standoff, but Niome still hesitated in firing. She knew she could hit a mark. Now she extended her hand to get a better shot down the sights knowing the creature wouldn't disarm her in the posture. She probably wouldn't miss, but there was always the chance. The beast's teeth were jagged, and hung from its snout in a fashion that made their brutal purpose obvious. If she was bitten, she'd likely bleed out in minutes, no matter the location of the wound. She felt fear, and it froze her trigger finger in the guard. She shifted her stance slightly, thinking fast on her move. She could possibly outrun the thing, possibly.