Hushed Willows all alone

Lips curled momentarily as the stranger entered her sights; a simple way to tell him not to get too close. Pala was never one to run from a fight.

The vale. She responded, her voice blunt and accented. Close enough for the mountain men to join us. Her posture showed tension, and she had no issue displaying it. The man carried the scent of the ridge; something she had been told to be cautious of.

His next question was met with a grunt, her head remaining high as he moved too close for comfort - as though attempting to make herself larger. If you are the only danger here, I think I will survive.