Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

She glanced left, then right, and a deeper understanding crept slowly but surely. He approached from behind, so she was a bit tense initially by nature of that, and prickled just some with general wariness. It felt good, too, to let the fresh air run more freely through her still damp fur even if it was still so humid out.  She never bothered to temper the reaction. Her skin was too hot and she was left feeling the drive for shady seclusion already. The hottest hours of the day were fast approaching after all. Him, though.. She eyed him pointedly over her shoulder before arcing halfway to face him, not exactly decided how to handle this information of his being here yet.

Reflexively her tail curved upward into her natural stance, mainly because he was one curious aspect upon the hierarchy. He yielded to her alone, it seemed, and served the mountain without faltering. It never riled major concern in her personally but she was aware enough to not be blind to it all.. She found she could take solace in knowing he guarded the mountain as he did. It had certainly been one less thing to find concern over on their last hunt abroad.

She sniffed again and exhaled a low note that shifted naturally into a quiet growl -- towards and for herself, mostly. Hot, sore, anxious, and she knew the look she leveled him with didn't exactly speak of lengthy patience. Even the most subtle of movements permeated the air with her essence and as unbecoming as it was to her better sense, she still responded instinctively with an ill-placed glimmer of satisfaction for having lured him to her so wordlessly. He was distinctly male, after all, muskiness included and thus, appealing on a basal level to a heat-addled head -- even if he was not the one she held in her highest favor. Vague uneasiness trailed along too, though, intensified by everything she wished to hide. She swallowed thickly and slid into motion, this time, away for the nearest shade.