Eyes of a Wanderer

Hawkeye slowly rotated her head towards the male who spoke. He had eyes that were silvery yet golden in color, and deep honey brown fur with a dusting of freckles on his nose. His humor amused but peeved her in the same degree, the slight raising and lowering of her hackles showing the latter.

She kept a calm, almost bored look on her face, considering what she should say next. "I suppose that is reason enough for yourself, but not for me." The swarthy female lifted herself to her full height, stretching lazily on the way up. "If you do not have any business here, I suggest you leave, Robur Aqua." After a moment of eye contact, she broke it to walk past the male that stood at the same height as she.