Herbalists' Cache Taste Of Fame

The approach of another was behind her, and her ears cupped back a few moments before his chuff of greeting. Her spine prickled nervously, and she stood and fully turned to him. He looked away, however, itching at something and taking a moment before turning his attention back. He was either highly confident in his skills, or uncaring that she was a stranger. Her back had been turned, and he'd announced himself. This all meant he wasn't aggressive, right? At least not yet. Her upward shifted leg twitched, the yearling herself trying to decide wether or not she wanted to hike it up yet. If she needed to run, that was the only chnce at escape.
Trembling in slight and body tense, the abused russet girl was clearly uncomfortable. Her words were just above a squeak, but at least loud enough to hear.
            "H-Hello. I-Im Grace."