Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

She remained still as he approached, only minding their proximity when she could better assess the scent lightly kept on his fur. The dark wood of the Plateau came to mind. It's dark lead and disgruntled guard forever holding the impression of hostility in her mind. Her opinion rolled from her mind as quickly as it came, as she chose not to observe this male by his pack but rather regard him by his individual presence.

She smiled lightly to him then began her forward course keeping close to him but not overbearing in the instance he found her presence displeasing. "I am," her retort was soft and to the point. "...one of many that live in the Vale of the mountain. And you? Have you lived with the Plateau long?"