King Elk Forest tamarack pines

The night drifter stood poised, seemingly rooted to her spot. An onlooker may have mistaken her for a statue, but the occasional, subtle flicker of muscle beneath her dark pelt said otherwise. Keen silver eyes followed each and every little detail as the wild brute sauntered forward. Everything from the curve of his lips, the position of his ears all the way down to how he carried himself. 
Yet Tzila by constrast, remained completely unreadable. A blank slate.
He didn't seem to pose a threat. Not right this moment, so at least she had that going for her. Only when he stopped, narrowing the distance between them, did she re-animate. Her supple neck arched to draw her inky head just a fraction higher. Her backbone stiffened. She took only two small steps closer. Her posture was of a wolf who was curious, but alert, much as when any two unfamilair caninies met for the first time. 
She spoke at last. "Do you always waltz up to strangers in the dark?" Her voice was not hostile, but laced with some amusement. Tzila saw nothing to start a brawl over. No food...no territory...no status.