Mount Apikuni fog of war

she is just as surprised to see the stranger as the older woman is to see her. greeted with sudden movements and exposed teeth, mulberry is left to halt suddenly, ghosting back a step.

her hackles bristle along her nape, along the curve of her spine.

her position shifts to one of defense, in the chance that she is attacked.

but still, she is lone. does not want to waste her strength, precious to her for it means survival, on fighting a battle she'd much rather concede. i didn't mean to startle you.

she offers an olive branch.