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Her tone was blunt, and Lilia for whatever reason got the feeling that this woman wasn't one who would often share words. Perhaps it was her fragmented sentence. She was crouched, but Lilia couldn't quite tell if she was ready to spring toward her, or away. She remained where she was, wishing her fur to remain flat. She felt staying calm was likely the best option, considering how charged the woman's energy was. 

"I wathn't thtalking you, not intentionally. Jutht thcouting the area for deer thentth." She admitted. She was holding back way more sass than she usually did, but she could see how short the woman's fuse was- and the danger in her eyes. She shrugged. "I wath jutht ath thurprithed to thee you." She hoped to suggest that the crossing of their paths was unintentional. There was something deeply alluring about the woman's wildness, though. She hoped the woman would calm- enough for her to learn about the feral stranger...Glean from her how she might make herself more fearsome as well.