Sun Mote Copse a quiet resolve

The femme released a gentle puff of air as the male swiftly dodged her unspoken inquery, but now she was intreuged. At least he's still talking, so its not as if he was being rude. Perhaps this stranger just preferred to be aloof. Her head inclined to the side once more in amusement, "Too late for adventuring? Never." The fae's gaze shone bright as she teased. "Oh, a lady?...Where did you learn that one in all of your adventures." Now she was having far to much fun with the conversation - her normal wit snapping into place like two pieces of a puzzle.

Feyre was now fully aware that this male saw her as no threat, so she relaxed further. A small part of her wanted to laugh over the matter, seeing as she had fought wolves of his size before. Successfully at that. A wry grin swept across her muzzle as she lowered back onto her haunches. The fae's flaxen plume curled itself delicately around her, then she simply waited to see what would come out of his maw next. It was not like she had anywhere else to be.