Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

Seconds tick and she narrowed her eyes as they passed, slowly but surely. His response is an attentive one, and she feels a shimmer of annoyed tension begin to grow once she's finished her first looks. He's sizable, and none of the smells on him mean just a bit to her besides male, loner, and in acceptable physical health. Beyond that, she does not get a good read on his business here one way or another. To her, it is still a toss up as to what may follow this.

Her tail switched upward when he comes closer and the unspoken question remains, now perhaps underlined as he bowed before her. While she follows sight of him down, she's skeptical, perplexed, but interested in what this can symbolize. The message is seemingly clear enough and her posture remains as is. "Who are you?" she asked. "Why have you come here?" Of all the places in this vast stretch of wilds, she knew the Spear was eye-catching, yet that could only be a piece of it.