Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

His ears perked up. Ash-bitten fur glimmered through the trees, opposing the clay-like hues. Her words reached his ears in a hushed manner. Not particularly aggressive. Guarded, more like. "Food is not what I seek, friend. I only mean to pass by. Rest assured." He replied. A large paw took a step forward, then another. He was moving in closer. Close enough to see her now. Orange eyes stared back at him. She was smaller, thinner, too. 

Still a threat nonetheless.

He eyed her, gaze unbroken. No hostility. Something else. "I do not wish to steal from you. I’m plenty fine hunting on my own. Your warinesses is understood, but unneeded." Not that words would make any difference. Why would she trust the words of a stranger? A large and sharp-toothed one, at that.

Even so, he did not lie.