Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

he returns to his full height, and instinct has her falter in her soft-seated stance once, ears sweeping back atop her crown before rising slowly, carefully. "like them." she affirms, voice a soft echo. 

her gaze sweeps across him then, taking in the shades of his pelt before the rising sun can reduce their contrast further. gaze flickers to his once more, remains there a heart-thumping second, two, before drifting away again. "do you hunt them?" soft still, curious. she is neutral towards the killing of her samesake, yet some part of her avoids their culling when she can. illogical, and often ignored. yet it would well explain his presence here; still she wonders if such a man can be explained at all.