Grouse Thicket You'll never know what hit you

Of course she had been searching for him. He was close to their home, to her babies, even though he did not look like a threat. It was her duty as the Lady of Arthendal to know who roamed the territories around the Isle- and she was going to do just that. He greeted her too, his tone friendly and his body not as tense as she would've assumed. Her scar, straight across her eye, was turned to him slightly, her head slightly turned to the right. 

He approached, and even she made an effort to get a little closer to the male. A few steps were taken in his direction before she slowed to a stop and they were face to face. What do you seek here? She asked, quite friendly yet with an undertone of formality and concern.