Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

She remained where she stood for several moments, eyeing the loner and weighing her options. She considered his gesture of invitation. It was risky to carouse with an unknown male in the midst of her estrus, that much she knew for certain. But she couldn't help thinking of how nice it would be to bring some fresh meat home to share with Quixote. After the...events...of the previous evening, she imagined he could probably use a good meal.

A breeze carried another strong whiff of deer to her, and she decided to chance it. If he tried anything, she could flee or, if that was somehow not possible, she could howl for backup. With all the Redhawks on pee patrol, heavily marking around the plateau to establish their presence in the new territory, it wouldn't take long for someone to come to her aid. Taking up a brisk trot, she closed the distance between them quickly and approached with caution, her eyes wary but her body language relaxed. She greeted him by way of a wordless grin, her eyes following his to the prey they would hopefully take down.