Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

She stands silently and unflinching until Skáld is at her flank, provoking a swift stride to block him from view and a deterring snarl to rise in earnest. She eyes the man's cautious oncoming with no more to say other than the raise of lip and the straight pitch of her tail.

He will not fight; in fact he too says nothing at all over her bray, only deposits his quarry on the ground between them then backs away. She maintains her warrior’s stance with a palpable mistrust, and intends to until he is well out of range of sight and smell.

“What is this?” Her low hiss demands.