Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

Tonravik paused in her approach at his words, thinking. Ah, she had nothing to say to that. She truly had not come out this far for any real reason at all. And she approached him to smell him, which Tonravik had thought evident. She could smell some things from a distance, but not the elaborate details of his life. Tonravik hated to ask, only because she hated to talk. It was unnecessary.

So she lowered her head and looked to him, her tail loosely arched near her hocks. Do you mind? I can approach? Interested? While it was too strong of a word, she would not correct him as it was pointless. What you could learn from a scent was invaluable. She hoped to pick him apart in this so as to gain from him. That she could ask aloud seemed lost to her. She was not verbose, and found her body language to be quite succinct.