Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

The first thing Zaahira notices as he draws near is that he smells strongly of others. They are all over him. 
Bunching up her shoulders, her eyes squint as she returns his touch with a nudge to the corner of his mouth. Cold nose meets tightened lips, tongue darting from her own in an ambiguous display of emotion, a small taste of where he has been up until now. To her, it confirms he does not live here alone. Perhaps he is even of high rank where he comes from. That is enough to earn her respect, and so she entertains his request. She knows better than to cause unrest. 
Dropping into a bow, she then moves onto her back, pressing herself into the undergrowth with two dainty forepaws tucked close to her chest. An invitation to explore whatever parts of her he may desire. Her gaze is unmoving despite her graciously submissive gesture, brazen and mystified by this stranger. 
He was in control. He should consider himself grateful that she would allow it.