Mid-day musings

Over the wind, she hears his voice, cautious but friendly. Thorne pauses, peering over a shoulder to assess the man through bright cerulean eyes. He is much larger than herself, she notes, and painted in a dark shade pierced through with white markings. He stands nearby, carefully watching her.

Thorne hesitates only a moment, assessing her options, before turing to venture a single pace forward. She assumes a relaxed posture, fur flattening, shoulders dropping, ensuring to the male that she does not intend to be hostile. Internally, however, she prepares herself for the possibility of violence, the perpetually cautious creature that she is. At the first sign of trouble, she wouldn't hesitate to act. These insticts had never strayed from her, especially now, given her recent ordeal.

"Hello there". She is polite, poised. Her eyes aim to catch his, slowly assessing his own reactions. "Thought I might seek out a breeze. It's stiflingly hot today". She flicks her tail, indicating the previously mentioned ledge. For a moment, her gaze leaves his to trace the lines of his frame, mentally noting his stature, the way he holds himself, his blue eyes and long tail. Cataloging anything useful, helpful. Just encase. "Thorne" she offers finally, eyes returning to his own. "And you?".