Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

She hummed softly when addressed, veering gradually from her path until she fell to a quiet halt. Her ears perked keenly, though she retained a stoic countenance at best.

"Is it not polite to acknowledge another, even in passing?" She inquired while bothering the length of her muzzle with a parched tongue. She hadn't believed her actions would cause another offense. It was simply her nature to address all regardless of her personal take of them.

Tilting her muzzle slightly, she turned to better face the male, admiring for a moment the collaboration of pale greys and mountain whites that made his pelt. Then kindly averted her gaze lest she bother him further.