Sleepy Fox Hollow Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

She was lost in thought and not her usual diligent self, letting the stranger approach without even noticing he was there. The direction of the wind was not helpful either and had probably alerted him to her presence long before she heard his steps approaching as he made his way to her. Her ear flicked as he spoke, and she turned to boldly meet his gaze, her own shrewd as she took in the unknown man. He was large as well and colored similarly save for the places where grey or gold interrupted the white. 

There was a time when she would have questioned him for being so close to her territory, but she had neither the energy nor, if she was being honest, the loyalty to interrogate him. She looked away instead of acknowledging his greeting, her gaze falling back to the water. And his question made a sad smile curve her dark lips. Was she okay? No not really, but to answer truthfully would mean telling a stranger far more than she trusted him to know. Still she expelled a huff of breath and shrugged. I guess that depends on what you mean by okay, she finally answered. Physically, she was mostly okay. But psychologically? She was often the opposite, something she did her best to hide from those around her, most especially those outside her circle of trust. She gave him a curious side eye, her eyebrow raising as she asked: Why?