Tuktu Hinterlands I've got a feeling

Grace, per usual, was out scouting for new herbs and plants to add to her garden - the roots were taking nicely, but the yearling worried the Winter would wipe them out completely. She'd been tracking the scent of fresh lavender for about a mile, and each step brought her closer - it was with great excitement that she limped into the little clearing, tail wagging as her golden gaze scanned for the purple bush.

Her heart skipped a beat when she found not the plant, but a male facing right towards her - much larger than she, but perhaps not really all that big compared to some of the brutes she'd seen, like Warbone. She froze, not moving a muscle but tensed to take flight should he prove aggressive. Her pelt was slicked bakc in fear, making her scars more than highly visible - but she held her ground for now. 

                 "H-Hello?"