Fox's Glade A decision

He approached her readily as soon as he spotted her, and she swayed the slightest on her feet, deciding whether to stay or slip away. It was never too late for an exit; but when quite suddenly he was before her and greeting her, she could bring herself to leave. She hummed a little note, a nervous greeting, gaze cool in contrast. She passed her gaze over him briefly, as if in evaluation, and gave a little nod of her head, tail raised now in quiet confidence as she gathered herself. She canted a lobe towards him in silent question, wondering at his identity and presence here in the glade.