Deepwood Weald ten hour shift

Close enough now that she hears the crunch of undergrowth under paws, Annaliese holds her breath. Not out of fear, yet anticipation. It is a game of chess, and she is in danger of an unpleasant encounter. Certainly, the same could be said for her shadow. If Annaliese was in a better situation, would she attack him?

Maybe. Depends on his objective. Being a creep is a no-no.

What are you doing? She asks, voice assertive in tone as Annaliese straightens out from her coverage. An eyebrow is arched, and tail sits neutral for now. Curious, yet unwilling to bend. The male does not seem aggressive… yet, but she’s on edge nonetheless.