Boartusk Heights there's a shadow just behind me

he's not alone for long. the mountain-dweller who rounds upon him is not at all who or what he'd expected — she's tall and luminous, and immediately ilian feels out of place. not that the awkwardness of this situation would stop him.
he shifts a little before raising his gaze to hers, mouth arching into a crooked half-grin. wiped.
i'm not intruding or nothin', am i? he asks coolly, deciding now to rest his flank against the trunk of a spruce. name's ilian. i come in peace.