Jade Fern Grove a thousand teeth

there comes another, a bearish male who, for a moment, has her shoulder's tense as she rememers another of such stature long ago. the scar on the throat seems to itch for a fleeting second, and then she senses his ease and her own tension dissapates suddenly. "none so far." the bitterness drifts and settles now in her chest distracted now by the stranger. her own tail wafts at her hocks after only a moment, and she suggests with a cant of her head, "I'd have more with a partner." there is easy question in her eyes, a slight curve to her lips. if successful they both will benefit, and the air lacks the distinct tang of blood should the man have made a kill. besides, there is something easily likeable about him. 

"I'm Dawn." Adding Morningside doesn't seem to be necessary anymore.