Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

 Cool green flashed to meet shining gold as his words registered with Grackle. No. Her eyes flicked over him as if trying to gauge his intentions, keeping herself at a safe distance that allowed for a quick escape if the situation turned hostile. Just a morning jog, nothing more, A measured calm to her tone, her emerald gaze remaining fixed upon the stranger. He didn't present an immediate threat despite his capable appearance. This gangly figure seemed more likely to engage with words than teeth.

However, this land was playing tricks on her, making her doubt her instincts. The sensation of unseen eyes weighed upon her, like hidden predators lurking in the grasses just beyond her sight. Grackle suppressed the urge to shake out her pelt, loathing the feeling of vulnerability that had settled upon her like an ill-fitting coat. She probably looked like an easy target to anyone with a mind for confrontation, and his self-assured demeanor only stoked her suspicion.

Are you alone? She called, her words accompanied by a scrutinizing gaze that seemed more of a glare than an innocent inquiry.