Wapun Meadow little lamb

his greeting seemed normal, if not a bit too familiar. it was not this which had her unnerved, no, it was the cackling which suddenly flowed from his muzzle, reminding her of a murder of ravens, and their harsh cries. never the less, she was not to be dissuaded and flee merely because of the odd crackle, rather, it interested her, for never had she seen another behave in the manner that the dark male did. There was something about him that spoke of danger, and yet this made him all the more interesting. She did not have an answer for his question, and her brow furrowed in thought as she merely remarked "I don't know. Maybe." 

There was definitely something odd about him, though she had yet to find out whether this was "bad" or "wrong" in the sense, or simply what it was; different. "Who are you?"  came her next words, a kind of bravery mixed with naivety keeping her firmly planted were she was, looking to the stranger curiously.