kindred spirits

In a large, sparsely populated clearing such as this with no other large animals around other than herself, it was easy to hear the approaching stranger's footsteps from several feet away, and  was made even easier by the fact that he apparently had no intentions of being stealthy. Knowing she was not alone, the she-wolf tensed instinctively, ready to leap up and defend herself at a moment's notice should this be a territorial wildcat or one of the many brutish members of her own species that she'd had the misfortune of running into before. However, as she coolly turned her narrowed gaze upon him, drinking in his (notably handsome) features and seemingly relaxed body language, she deemed him as not a threat (so far anyway), and returned her focus to the porcupines, allowing him to approach with nary a complaint or bristled guard hair from herself.

Once he'd finally arrived, she flicked an ear to his question, showing she'd heard, and allowed a brief, thoughtful pause to fall between them before answering, her eyes never leaving the rodent up ahead. When she did speak, it was slow and drawn out, as if she were still pondering.

"I'm thinkin' I'd like a snack," she began, voice low so as not to disturb the food, just in case they were close enough to hear. "but I'd also like to not get a face full'a quills, an' I'm just a bit too comfy under this tree to go lookin' for much else."

Now she turned to face him, a slight smirk on her lips and a playful gleam in the eye that could see him. "Whad'about you? Feelin' lucky?"