Emberwood darling, take me to the lakeside

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the woman inched closer, slowly, awkwardly, and the only thing that kept the flame from flashing her fangs when the stranger shifted so near was the mere fact that she was female. she did not, however, remain seated; instead pushing herself up to recline back on her haunches, rear limbs tightly coiled should she need to spring away or towards the stranger. 

she allowed the woman's words to fade into silence, gaze slipping once to from where she'd come, finding it empty of anything significant. "anatha" she'd offer her name as was fair and custom, yet had no comment on the obvious.