Iktome Plains Psalms 127:3

Aster had heard the male's steps as he approached, thus his introduction didn't get much more than a quick turn in his direction. Her eyes were still maladjusted to the bright light, so her usual method of assuming a silhouette didn't seem like it would work with him. She was riding purely on assumptions.

Hey there, stranger. Just wandering?

 
She used his scent as a track as she slowly treaded toward him. Should he prove to be a threat, Aster would have to be as close as possible to get the clearest view she could if she wanted to do any damage. As of then, however, she simply chose to assume this wouldn't be much of a dangerous matter.