Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Zhenya turns around with a harsh snarl already forming, her eyes furious and her brow furrowed. How dare this wanderer call her by such profane means? I do have a name, idyjot, she calls as she spins around with her tail lashing over her back, Did you not pick up my scent before stepping so close? There is a distinct harshness about her words; so much so that they almost sting as they roll from their tongue. The specimen before her is interesting enough to steal away her attention for just one, life-saving moment. Never has she seen a being like this before, and though her form remains defensive, she is internally troubled.