Phoenix Maplewood first star I see tonight

Rana heard the noise, her head swivelling, trying to catch sight of the creature who had made the noise, catching him on the starboard side of her body as her gaze analyzed his gait and stature. He did not seem threatening, though her nose twitched in irritation as he stated some dry comment rather than answering her question, her jaw stiffening in the process before she sighed softly. He would be of no assistance, it would seem.
 
But then, he offered a smile, a name, and asked the same of her. “Rana.” She left it simple, a woman of few words as her head tilted to the side. “What are you doing here, Dusty?” She asked, a curious nature to her voice that gave no hints of aggression. As a priestess, she nearly never resorted to violence, and never had.
 
Her paws freshly stained with the juice from berries she had stomped in the day before, spreading up her hackles a small distance that left the sharp fermenting scent of berries on her, and with it, she hoped came, the protection that they were supposed to provide her.