The Heartwood Hopping through the forest

The silence was broken by a muttered greeting - or what she believed to be a greeting, from the inflection. At first Galena was surprised and she reacted accordingly, her head lifting sharply, and eyes growing larger. Pupils narrowed initially when the surrounding light entered them; a clear display of shock, which then morphed in to a calm but confident expression. Her large body did not move. She observed the stranger where she was, sizing her up, tracing the stark white outline of the stranger against the verticality of the trees.

What did she do now? Galena had been hunting for a meal, but if this stranger was here, the chances of that were depleted instantly. More importantly, she could now smell the female, and the scents contained within her fur. Not a solitary scent at all, but one of possession and inclusion. Pack. Galena shifted so that she could face the stranger properly, headlong, and took on a more diminutive posture. A droop of the tail, shift of the ears that briefly displayed a meek expression. "Privet." The woman curtly responded. Things were going to get a lot more tricky, when this stranger clued in to her lack of english. Whoops.