Cedar Sweep Reinventing the wheel to run myself over

Their claim on the Isle was strengthening, and after successfully deterring the group of travellers Aeronwyn had decided to journey south. She skirted around the borders of Golden Glade, staying to the east and hoping none of the idiotic pack would try and pick a fight again. When the borders were but a faint scent behind her, she slipped into another patch of forest, trotting at a swift lope she could endure for days. 

"Shut up, Grey."

The voice was faint, but heard still over the soft birdsong. The femme came to a stop, ears pricked and silver eyes flicking over the trees to her right. To investigate, or not to investigate? What a stupid question. Her form slipped into a silent stalk, slipping between trunks, until the form of another came into view. He was alone, as was entailed by scent and sight, and she had no notion of who this "Grey" could be. 

Nevertheless, she approached, stance purposeful and confident, paws hitting the earth almost silently as she matched the stride of the other, falling in step beside him and a short distance away. A loner, judging by the absence of pack scent, though healthy looking, at least. She announced her presence with a chuff, evaluating him a moment before speaking. "Greetings. What seek you here?" She could afford to be this soft, familiar with strangers, she had years of fighting experience to back her up should he prove to be hostile.