Shy Deer Steppes No, I'll never make it out alive

The sound of footsteps was the first thing to alert her to another presence. Liri's ears turned in the direction of the noise, followed by the rest of her. 

The fur along her spine bristled, half lowering herself into a defensive crouch. Something about the creamish, red furred, male approaching her unsettled her. Perhaps it was the way he stalked towards her, like a predator after the scent of blood. Maybe it was just the way his green eyes pierced her. 

"Who are you?" Her words were half growled, half hesitant inquiry. It was obvious that her body still remembered caution around dangerous males. A sort of ironic muscle memory from her days with Remo.

"What do you want?" Liri began to edge backwards, flight or fight instincts kicking in as adrenaline rushed into her veins.