Silvertip Mountain ichor & frost

Moving forward with her attention solely on getting to where she needed to be - to see where she was going and not blindly going straight her entire life, she completely disregarded the fact of the chance of strange faces. At the small 'hello', her fur instantly stood on end and, grasping the stones instinctively, she whipped her head around as her tail raised over her back. Taken off guard, the girl pinned her ears to her head and flashed the individual with her pearly whites. 

And then she rethought of what she said and, snorting once, Rhaenys relaxed slightly. Still on guard, however, she turned around and looked down at the eager little female. "Hello." She responded, her words echoing the woman's like a parrot - or perhaps even a broken record; uncertainty shrouded her expression.