Arrow Lake What a fine time to be alive

Her guard was totally down as she gnawed at the stick. Her teeth would peel away splinters and she'd spat out remains then gnaw at it some more, it was a great tooth cleaner and keeping them sharp. 

The scent of another waft through her mares but she didn't see the male right away. It took and few glances as ehe proceeded to chew, and just as she glanced the last time, she jumped from her skin as he barked a greeting in her direction. 

A little jumpy much?  

How long was he watching her? She stood up and spun to face him, hackles raised, tail between her legs and ears flipped a few times. She looked more like as doe caught in the spotlight; startled as shit she looked as though she was caught doing something wrong. It was wrong to let your guard down in unfamiliar territory. She took a deep breath but that breath was cut off as she was short of breath, like a double take of inhale at once.  

she observed he wasn't there to attack or chase her off. Indeed she was close to his turf, but she remained on the outskirts,  assuming it was safe? Ears perked with interest and her body became less tense and more relaxed seeing they were at a safe  distance from eachother. Hackles flattened as she subconciously shook out her reaction. He did give her a good fright. Lesson one: never let your guard down! 

Hey, how's it going?

She casually woofed back trying to cover up her fright. She offered a wag of her tail in return. She subconciously placed a paw on the stick she was chewing on and threw it behind her with half a sheepish expression  written on her face.