Dawnlark Plains ирээрэй

First a yelp. "ом," she tries once more, hoping the stranger would not disturb her. But then came a soft growl, and ever-so-reluctant, she opens her eyes and turns. He was a dark man, older than her with the marks of a warrior upon his face. His eyes were unique- one dark, one red. She gazed into them with interest for only a moment, but then she spoke, unafraid of his growl. "That yelp. It was you- are you hurt?" She hums warmly, wondering if she must help someone once again. Of course she would not mind, to pluck yet another thorn from the paws of a stranger. 

"And why do you growl, stranger? Have I done something?" She wonders. She was not looking for a spar today- in search of peace, really- but if one arised she would not hesitate to defend herself with everything she had been taught.