Otter Creek Pray or Prey

His voice was like a far-off waterfall. Cool and thundering, rumbling deep and quiet inside his chest. Her ears, perked attentively atop her skull, twitched slightly as she considered how to respond. He made no move towards her, which further convinced her to remain seated there, but the small pepper-backed female kept her senses wary for any move the rangy, virile creature might make.

"Who did you think I was?" she asked then, finding a starting point for conversing with a mountain.