Bearclaw Valley -- i've dreamt this moment, so overdue

the wind shifts and blows something else her way.  there is something about his smell — thick, woven with countless others, and tinged with sharp and salt — paired with his grin that unsettles her, and a fear coils through her so thick it can be smelled.  it reminded her of the man in the valley who she'd so unabashedly flirted with before he rendered her prone.  but this man who had so far been nice is not the man in the meadow, so she does her best to smash it down.

outward, she remains stoic, guarded.  she was still closer to him than alexander even after bearclaw's alpha pushed forward, and she was still being rather intrusive[i] [/i]with her space and nose.  she blocked out the vocalizations between the two, oblivious to their meaning, and then removed her nose from the redhead once more.

fine.  he was no threat thus far, and could stand here and speak to her friend.  unless and perhaps even if she was spoken to directly, she didn't care what they had to say.