King Elk Forest bittersweet

Grace, having made a few friends and officiating her stay by finding a den, felt the need to explore. It was more just because she wanted to check out the place that'd smelled to familiar her last time here, but she found her way barred by another. Not literally - while the man was built nicely, he was no brute. 

Still, though, he was a man. 

The timid russet yearling wasn't far from home - a howl alone would bring Zaavier, Liri, and Leto coming if she needed the help - but for once, Grace did not believe she would need help. After all, as many had proved to her, not all males were bad.... Even if her brain said they were. 

                     "H-Hello?"

Grace called out as soon as they were in sight of each other, and she was sure her quiet, singsong voice would reach him. The tone quivered with nervousness, but the girl limped another step forward - he didn't look like a threat, not yet, but Grace was ready to turn and run should she need to - even if she managed to only tense up a little.