Whitefish River I like the honey, not the honeybee

it becomes obvious, quickly, that her presence here was not the one he wanted. she casts a glance at the male, firefly, that's drawn up alongside her, features growing stony as he demands sharply to see his daughter and Evergreen. the part of her that was once a leader flares, and her tail inches a tiny fraction higher at the bite in his tone. despite being an ally, he is at their borders, and she knows him barely well enough to judge his individual intentions. 

she judges his sharpness to be based on urgency and not rudeness, and so after a moment lifts her muzzle and calls for @Evergreen and @Ira, who she assumes to be the man's daughter. she tilts back her crown to regard him once more, not willing to leave her place here while they wait, but not making an effort to devulge information from him that he does not want to share.