Bitterroot Valley I'm taking back the crown

Genie sensed another presence near and anxiety crawled through her, prickling at her skin. She sucked in a deep breath, glancing around warily. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, observed, and she didn't like it at all. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. She looked around nervously, nearly stumbling when a figure slipped from the shadows, all black and white and elegance and grace, everything Genie was not. The yearling took a step back, then another, staring at the other with guarded amber eyes.

The stranger's eyes were beautiful, much like the other few strangers she'd met in these Wilds before. But a pretty face did not mean pretty intentions, and Genie remained wary even though she was quite disarmed by the stranger's good looks. She shook those thoughts away and concentrated on the situation at hand. "Hello," her voice was low and abruptly, she cleared her throat. "A pretty girl telling me it's dangerous," she sucked in a sharp breath, taken aback by her own sudden rush of impuslve words and her own eyes widened. This was most unlike her. "Aren't you the dangerous one?" Genie licked her lips.