Flycatcher Downs how many girls have you now

Blondine snorted, reasonably unimpressed with the wolverine's display. I've found it, she sighed, looking him up and down, evaluating his strange posturing. There weren't many instances in which Blondine felt that it was appropriate to speak to those outside of her own species, but he'd spoken first and she wouldn't allow herself to look rude with no response. 

She bit at the inside of her cheek and bristled the guard hairs between her shoulders; a hardly noticeable threat. Your kind, y'all surely have a distinct smell, I'll tell you that.