Honeyed Pasture strawberry

As she watched the elk, she wondered what it might think of her- hardly a threat on her own, no more worthy of a batting eyelash than a fly. Their unspoken bargain of peace made her feel calm, though when she followed a flick of its ear, she picked out the outline of another wolf nearby, just as his muzzle moved.

She regarded him for a moment, more keenly intrigued than the herbivore who continued to graze. She dared not break the silence, lest it spook the majestic creature- but offered a candid, congenial wave of her tail should the man look her way again.