Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

She would not allow him to be enticed in any sort of manner; her bolting away with a snarl did not startle him, nor did it provoke ire in his response. Instead his ears slicked back against his skull. He meant her no harm and to some degree, did not understand the ferocity that came boiling from within her. Nor, he realized, did he care to know either. Whatever had interested him for however briefly passed. It revealed plenty, but nothing he took under consideration here; it would be saved for later.

"So," he said, breaking the silence that had enveloped them. "Did you really come here for nothing? Or are you looking for something?" She had seemed interested in checking him out close up, foregoing any sense of personal space. And she hadn't liked the response he had given her. But it was clear she had been on her own for some length, yet sufficient in staying alive all the same. Much like himself.