Wild Berry Meadow fast enough to get in trouble but not fast enough to get away

Her tongue smoothed over her lips to expose her alabaster cutlery as she cleaned the blood from her maw.  Her gunmetal gaze remained fixed upon the stranger as he worked.  He was large and if he so chose he could easily overpower her; in these situations the firebird found it easier to be wary without warrant than to be caught off guard.

No.  For a moment it seemed as if it was all she'd offer, and then, I was born somewhere similar, though.  Blackthorn Clan.  She moved closer sure of step but without haste and scented him over.  Got company?