Wapun Meadow New is always better

It was not that Merlin did not like strangers, he had a particular bad feeling about this one. The dark furred lady was not particularly subtle, when it came to realizing that she embodied trouble. Especially since she did not talk with him at all, just kept coming at him as if he was a prized beast. 

Merling tilted his head to the side, observed her for a long moment, then turned on his heel and left the lady alone. Some would consider it fleeing - he believed that self-preservation was a must. 

Last one from me.