Blackfoot Forest threats and honey

her steps are light despite the various sparring she had associated with upon entry to the Teekons. she refused to show any form of weakness, to allow others to see how she had been bruised and cut. her imposing figure was only due to her tallness; her eyes did the rest with their neutral almost icy look. she supposed she should try to smile more. frightening off people was never her goal. though it seemed she was always destined to get into some form of conflict.

even if they had been friendly spars, her bruises were fresh under her ivory coat. still healing. tender. Heloise winched a bit as she placed her paw down, though luckily no one... well, she assumed no one had been around to see. her eyes had searched the ground before lifting, spotting a pale figure a few feet away. a man by scent. he was willowy, lanky... as if a breeze could throw him off course. she watches as he walks, unknowingly getting closer to her. the thicket is, well, thick. 

"greetings" she chooses to let him know, her form slightly hidden by the foliage, that she is there. her head rises to a full height, looking at him dead on.