Neverwinter Forest sundown

Stride by stride, she honed in and found him--and his makeshift shelter, evidently. Feeling distinctly like she may have intruded upon something, or at the very least like disturbing his bed for the night, she picked up her head subtly and leveled on him a good, long look back after his chuff. Mindful of the dark, she gave him a pace closer of her own when he had at least proven to not be immediately aggressive towards a presence like hers, circumstances considered; she was neutral too (but very delicately poised to turn otherwise should she have to), but neither was she quite so hospitable to strangers at her bedside.

"Sorry to interrupt." she drawled first, rising her voice up from low in her throat, unused before this. He didn't quite smell like nearby and truthfully, this was preferable to her. "Passing through?"