Hoshor Plains You hit me once, I hit you back.

the wind betrayed her. it was not the breeze that alerted her to the stalking figure on their borders, but the sight of the fleeing grouse. they had been spooked by something, their flight pattern wild and agitated.

she immediately set her course towards where they'd dispersed from, fur bristling at the assumption the lake wretch was hunting towards their game.

her fur did not smooth as the hulking figure came to her view, though the clear appearance of a stranger did halt the snap of her teeth. she let out a disgruntled puff of air to catch his attention, eyes narrowed and tail held high upon approach.