Honeyed Pasture we were like gods at the dawning of the world

Whether it was sheer luck or magic, one of her wishes came true.
With her eyes still glued to the unsuspecting forms of the deer, Maera did not notice she wasn't alone anymore. Like the innocent creatures she was spying on, she too was being watched. Inmidiately, she turned her head and to peer over her shoulder at the oncoming man. Her hazel eyes fell upon his form, he was a well built male of earthen tones, and even though he seemed friendly in his approach Maera did not let her guard, nor her tail down.

She returned the man's chuff with a purr-like hum of her own before breaking the silence with a murmur that hoped not to drive the still unsuspecting creatures away. "hey, you" After her distasteful meet and greet with the other male at the flower fields Maera had to think twice before starting a conversation with this stranger.
Maybe this time she'd be luckier.