Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

he moves to paw at the bone, her gaze following him. it's been a while since last she'd turned to violence, and in the face of someone as large as he, she knows the fight would not be easy. but the smile he wears is not tainted by maliciousness, despite his size and the scars painted against his skin. 

still, she does not mirror it. expression is neutral as she allows her gaze to shift first to the nearest deposit of blood-red sap, and then upward, toward the unreachable canopy where her most recent companion surely lingers. she has no express reason save interest, but the male walks with a confidence that belies a familiarity with the place that she does not have. auds flick toward him and head cants, asking silently much the same of him.