Blackfeather Woods disregard the way i know we feel

it was an older man that greeted her at the borders. he was friendly, seemed regal in some kind of way-- but also nervous. she couldn't pin why, for he didn't look timid, but perhaps on edge? she tried not to study him here, for that'd be rude and disrespectful, instead dipping her head and gaze low to show something far more respectful and deserving of the situation. "my name is corinna, i'm a medic and a naturalist, i'm looking for a home," she said gently, clearly, tail at a slow wave low at her hocks.