Blacktail Deer Plateau My eyes, they're dripping like rain

There was a presence nearby, and Luna sensed it before she'd even put her prey down. She could have sworn it was Macaria for a second but it wasn't — no, of course not. That scent didn't belong to a woman. The dark female's heart rate sped up in her chest and yet Lunaria couldn't find it in herself to turn around; her legs were instinctively frozen and glued to the ground. Instead, the she-wolf slowly turned her black crown to look behind, large moonstone optics eventually falling on a greyish-silver coat and greenish eyes that stared back at Luna.

"I....I don't suppose I can help you, yes?" Lunaria addressed the visitor that decided to stop by, a bit of shakiness being heard in that soft voice of hers. So much for trying to pretend like they weren't there and attempting to sneak off — but this tension was killing the fae. If he was gonna just stand there then she might as well speak.