Shadewood you are at war, even in your dreams

They sat in a silent limbo for a moment before the wall was broken with a chuff. Djehanne dipped her head even lower with an unusual haste, but continued to keep her eyes focused on him. There was nothing that she could have said, even if she'd wanted to, so she did her best to return the greeting with a muffled chirp. What voice she did have left as strangled and weak, and she knew that she could only use it if she had to. 

Djehanne tested the waters with a single step forward, though retracted her paw in a sort of last minute hesitation. She studied him carefully and with intention, as if waiting for him to attack, though there was something in her eyes that made a silent plea against it. And unless it had just been too long since her last meal, she thought that she could see something similar in his own jades.