Shy Deer Steppes that the wind came out of the cloud by night

paws on earth alerted her to the presence of another, her ears flickered, her attention focused on the sound. and yet, she did not rise, did not shift her gaze from what was before her. only when the paws halted, when voice came from the maw of the male that had neared, did her distant gaze alight atop the male that approached. she was silent a beat, gaze inspecting him as if it might just look through him. he wasn't bad looking, and perhaps that was why she refrained from picking a quick, dirty fight, as she had in the past. 

"empty, and fruitless. an evening amongst many." she answered, a hint of dark mirth tinting her words. it had been dull, truthfully, and solitary. "and why do you ask? do you seek to improve upon it, perhaps?" the words slipped from her maw smoothly, thoughtlessly. perhaps the flirtiest she had been, though it was likely that her idea of an improved evening was different from this male's.