Blackfeather Woods Lightning

She hears him before she sees him. 

There's another near, and between the informal licks of her own pelt and the shadowed belly of the woods, it is hard find them. Stiff then, neck whipping upright and tail tucking awkwardly. It hardly hugged away the discomfort as she hoped it might have. A cautious frown overtook Karavira's face as she quickly scoured the direction of audible discontent, uneasy that she could not see him.

Karavira speaks louder to show she's bold. "Konbanwa?" Ears tucking, throat tight. 

"I hear you."