The Heartwood [m] three shots 'cause the neighborhood gets scared

She was unreadable to him—eyes stern upon him, though alight with something he believed to be interest.

He could have stopped and requested information. He could have mollified her with conversation, and found more about her. He was curious, after all—but there was a stolen moment where the man felt more inclined to allow the wilderness to speak for him—and with a step forward, he tentatively made to scent at her—a healthy creature, robust.

His own stance was neutral—giving pause should she wish to inspect him as well.