Blackfoot Forest The Strangest Thing

His paws fell back, so too did the long shadow that had loomed over the edge of her vision. She remained that way a while longer, folded in tidy proffer, before eyes chanced in lift to measure his temper. His own stance had shifted to a neutral state, absent of dominant posturing. His face was an expression of quiet reassurance, and also his scent.

Slowly she uncoiled, then in a flash had trotted a few paces away, expanding the space between them. She felt a little less feeble now in the breadth of her own tenor, and dared to fix her bright eyes upon his dark ones.

“What are you, anyways- half bear or something?”

She was a prideful creature and made a move to collect any authority he discarded.