Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

Little time had she spent in her own chambers. Spare for warm nights that called for rest and scorching days that begged for cool, it had been largely untouched. A bed with little fur resting about, empty floors, barren walls; all of which, she must have had no mind to, or likely she would have found her own way to care for it.

Activities elsewhere had been far more entrancing.

So, today, as the sun held heavy in the sky, clouds parted way for its arms. She slipped her way elsewhere, where it would be quite and empty. Slowly, her paws dipped down into the shelter, the shadow of ground enveloping her head.

Her notice to change had been instant. Her hackles came to a rise, her eyes tossed over to room, and she did one take, two, at the...

Woman.

She stared. Her raised hackles did not move from their spike. Her smile did not leave, yet her brows went twisted and her head came to a quick, fast snap of a quirk. 

HEH?

She blinked once, twice, then rapidly before asking, "what you doing?"