Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Zhenya snorts from her new sitting place, pleased with the distance she has placed between them. A bad start. First impressions were everything, at least for her, which meant that if there was a "bad start" then it was a bad deal. My name is Zhenya. Jen-yuh. And you're quite close to my home. She is still in defense mode — hackles raised, tail high — though by sizing him up, she knows a battle isn't smart, nor is it absolutely necessary. It has become obvious that if she wants to get him away from her, she'll have to be civil about it.