Dawnlark Plains And laugh while you're bleeding

The whole field shimmered with the gold mist. As she moved, her shadow roved with her, leaning out far beyond her reach as she headed across the plains. A suitable place for hunting rabbits and deer, she thought. Also, as a neighbouring territory, it was a bonus that there was a relatively clear plain of view. So when someone stepped beyond the forestline, they would be easily enough seen. 

As was the man whose movement caught her eye. At his size, he wasn't easy to miss, either. He'd caught sight of her, either simultaneously or perhaps a moment before she'd looked up, and had already positioned himself in a way that was neutral. Still, she suspected there might be some comeuppance for their attack on the Strath. She would regard any stranger with a decent level of suspicion. 

"Who're you?" She called out, her tone fairly abrupt.

The stranger quietly wandered away, leaving Lilia lightly perturbed. She continued through the lifting golden haze on her own, though the scents of others in the area wafted about on the air.