Great Bear Wilderness Take my hand through the flames

Another. The scent drifted toward her before the noise and sight, a male, dark in colour as he slipped toward her. She continued her drink a moment longer, before carefully lifting her muzzle and fixing her striking gaze on the other, orbs impassive. She was still as her tongue caught a single stray droplet roving down her chin, and she was silent as she waited for the other to speak first, perhaps learn of his intention in this wood and whether or not she would have to fight him. 

He didn't seem especially malicious, staring at her as if he had seen a ghost, and she matched his look, roving her eyes over him, determining him to be of good health and well fed.