Sequoia Coast To and fro, the fawn goes

Thistle stood still and warily studied the male in front of her. Bright orange eyes looked out of a coat of mussy black. He fur stood up in odd places, and the mother in her wanted to lick the offending pieces down, but she kept her tongue and her thoughts to herself, after all you just didn't go around telling others such things or acting upon your thoughts.

She froze at mention of the gull pack, but realizing that he wasn't here to accost their territory, and by rights he probably didn't know they were claiming here yet. I am Thistle Cloud and it is a pleasure to meet you. She chuckled softly at his words of not preying on others. Well I am usually not sleeping in broad daylight where any can get to me either. Usually. She smiled then, with blue eyes lit up with mirth.