Cerulean Cape At The Edge

One never knew what a stranger was like until you took a chance. Some were friendly and hospitable. Others shy and flighty. Then there were those who were just plain rude, or worse, violent. Lucky for the both of them, that while she assessed him by only body language alone, he seemed to be anything but threatening. The Northern female was by no means the aggressive type, but she had no qualms standing her ground if need be. Rather, she more often than not exuded a refined air of peaceful, but humble confidence.

He came closer. Her friendly signal of her tail must have worked. As he did, she got a good look at him. And gosh, was he striking. Grayscale with stark black points, cute silver freckles and amber eyes. Mentally she shook herself out of it. She usually did not stare so often or so long. It must be the season getting to her and that she was secretly yearning more, for companionship. 

He introduced himself, seeming nervous. Sheepish, maybe? She all but waved it off, giving him in turn, her trademark slight, soft smile. "Hello, Diaval. I am called Keyni." She made no move to go for his catch. It was his and he had every right to it. "Looks like you have had far better luck than I at catching a meal out here. This is...not my usual hunting ground..."