Fairspell Meadow Homeward Bound

Her sharp lemon eyes caught sight of Shalon as she broke the undergrowth, but Ambrosia continued to groom until the stranger stopped and  spoke. She stood, tail and ears high, and gave her a wary look. Her tone was clipped, guarded, but she showed no signs of true aggression. But the woman was tired, irritated, and hungry. It wouldn't take long for her temper to flare, if this brown girl wanted to push her. 
          "Not in the slightest."
She offered no name, no purpose, nothing, not another word other than what she needed. Her ears were on a swivel, making sure nobody else was approaching. Her eyes, however, stayed locked with Shalon's, awaiting the next move.

So this wont be friendly I assume lol