Silverlight Terrace You know me better than I do

A stranger reveals himself to her. Twice her size, lanky, pale coated and dark faced. There's something about his air that she doesn't like. Then don't skulk around me like a pair of cougars. She half-snarls the words, turning so her back isn't facing him.

Her eyes flick to the southern mountain for a short moment, the thought that she should run back there crossing her mind. What do you want? Her tone is still accusing, still suspicious.