Silver Creek Wooden floors, walls, and window sills

Caught beneath the female's sanguine gaze, Oryx froze, keeping the sharp but willowy femme in her peripheral vision, afraid to give her anything more or less than a cautious side-eye. Just across the creek, she was safe, and was respectful of the borders that Oryx would not defend simply on account of her gender...And could not, due to her lack of experience, when it came to fighting or even simply defending a territory. She knew she'd been spotted, but in the very least, the dark female didn't cross the creek- at least not yet. When her dark lips moved, foreign words passed over them, calling Oryx's ears to shift and turn toward her, cupping forward as she was beckoned to lift her gaze to the female's dark face for a moment, questioningly, before her gaze fell again. 

She glanced up the creek, and then down it, still not moving from where she was, half inside the crevice that led to the cavern she'd found. She prayed that Harrison or Grayson would come and find her; she'd called out- had they not heard her? Or were they busy with more important matters? Her heartbeat quickened when she began to wonder what would happen should the female decide to cross the stream...All Oryx could do, then, was warn her- but her voice was feeble and her nerves unsteady. 

"This land is claimed," She said quietly. The fear present in her voice should have been indicative enough that there were wolves to be feared within the pack, should the dark female test her luck...Then again, she was so beautiful that she might even be recruited. She said nothing else, though, not knowing if the female would even understand her language, given that she had spoken in a foreign tongue to begin with.