Mount Apikuni an easy distraction

Her search had been aimless, lacking determination at best, simply allowing her eyes to wander til she was given a hint of a direction. The male’s muffled grunt turned her gaze from its northbound pursuit to behold the light grey looming upon the mountainside. And his scent- a quiver of her nostrils and she recognized him fully; the brute that had prodded and made a fool of her by the creek. She had been minding her own business, much as she was doing now. Yet the rude thing saw fit to disturb her explorations. She could only imagine what more he wished to do to her on this occasion. Smoothly she rolled upward from her basking edge to stand, allowing for a brief stretch of her lengthy limbs before squaring her paws. The female said nothing as she looked to him, nor did her expression exhibit anything other than a quiet calm. Her tongue would roll across weathered maw and whiskered cheek, but she spared him no word, no sound other than the subtle clearing of an otherwise quiet voice. To what did she owe this unwarranted pleasure?