Wapun Meadow scared money can't win and a worried man can't love

She had yet to see his kind before - 'his' becoming an association to the creature, though she knew not why she assumed he was male. Perhaps a female innately knew a male when she saw one. The cant of her head indicated her confusion. Large ears, dainty snout, diminutive limbs - an odd being he was. He reminded her of the vibrant red ochre foxes that used to roam just past her pack's territory - and yet, he seemed more refined. Like the foxes, she assumed he could not - or would not - speak to her, as they had done. 

Perhaps she should have simply snubbed him - a part of her whispered for her to do so. Instead she found herself mimicking his position, her haunches lowering to the ground and her plume wrapping about herself.