Grouse Thicket You'll never know what hit you

What first seemed like a peaceful stroll soon turned more interesting when the scent of a stranger sent shiver down her spine. Her feminine head turned to behind, left and right to perhaps spot the source, but for at least 3 whole seconds the -what seemed like- male could not be found. Only on her fourth count could the stranger be spotted and she froze in place- tail carried high yet no hackles bristling. She was close to home, a simple howl would be her sanctuary and her voice was capable. She was a fighter, always had been, even without wanting it. She was safe. At least she hoped she was.

Hello? Her voice, though cracked here and there, was carried strongly by the wind. If the other did not wish to converse, so be it, but for this time she would try. She had always been the more.... approachable of the leading pair in Arthendal.