Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

He paused, and for a moment she felt that she had the upper hand. He was wary of her, at least- as she thought he should be. Of course, her invincibility complex les her to believe that she was in no danger, and she was reassured by his pause that he didn’t want to hurt her- he simply wanted her. But Niamh was no simple catch, patrially because of her pride but also because of the crippling indecision that held her in one place, screaming to run away. She wanted Artaax- but she also wanted him to back off. But if he would just come a bit closer...

And he did. Tentatively, reaching out with his fine muzzle not to touch but to smell. She did the same, then, her lips peeling back slightly as their whiskers touched as they took in each other’s scent. Her senses were tingling with anticipation which grew until she couldn’t handle it. She suddenly snapped- clicking her jaws together with a savage clack, though she pointedly avoided touching him. She froze again, to take in his reaction to her sudden threat.