Honeyed Pasture Playing games from the start

As she got closer, she realized it was a male. Tall, able. Perhaps he had been looking for a hunt; whatever it was, she supposed she would find out sooner or later. Dipping her head in greeting, her own tail began to wave behind her gently. As he sat down, she visibly became more relaxed - offering such vulnerability despite still being able to stand up just as quickly was a universal sign that he too, was relaxed. "Good morning," She offered lightly - was it morning? She couldn't tell. It could've been the afternoon, too. She hoped to say that wouldn't nip her in the butt later. 

( short tag @Derg )