Blacktail Deer Plateau Progulka bez strakha «Walk with No Fear»

The recon studied her with orbs that remained locked oh hers, though his peripheral scanned her, hair by hair, muscle by muscle. The tiny twinge of movement he saw behind her, her banner, twitched, and heightened itself...she was having the intention of him opening up to her first.
How quaint. And illusive. And non existing.

The recon took his claws, the obsidian daggers, and flexed them in the soft loam beneath his paws, his brain figuring issues for him, on a mere whim of nanoseconds.

His darker side desired to startle her. To bolt straight at her, showing off a fraction of his speed, appearing within seconds to her face, with a high chance of making her flee. Psychological terror.
He chose a nicer approach. Vector spoke.

"Privet." The foreign word slashed across the air through the release of bonds from his tongue, making its way to her tar shaded ears. He knew the female knew nothing of Russian language, it's customs having been new and unseen throughout his time in the current wilds.