Silver Moraine i don't understand - in the future i'm not pretty?

When the stranger lifted her head to look his way, Artyom paused. He offered a few sways of his pale tail and briefly tilted his ears back to communicate that he meant her no harm.

She returned the gesture, and each corner of the gilded ranger's maw tugged upward in a pleasant smile. He made to close the space between them, though eased to a halt some comfortable distance from her own personal bubble. "I have not - not in that direction," he laughed at her comment as he gestured over a shoulder. He had not intended to hunt deer, not on his own, but he figured two sets of fangs made things considerably easier. "Perhaps we can help each other?"