Ankyra Sound self-fulfilling prophecy

Rosalyn was content to hang back until the stranger approached... then she took a protective step forward and eyed him, clear warning written in the look.

She had no clue of his intentions but didn't care; until she'd met him, she'd prefer he keep clear of her children.  It was impossible to police always, with them growing and soon to be more free to wander, but while she was here...

Are you tracking something? She asked quietly, slinking up in an obvious attempt to move quietly.  As though, maybe, she didn't want to scare off his quarry.