A new face

Sanna figured she wouldn't be alone for long, but did he have to show up that quickly? A soft sigh to herself, the girl set about scrubbing the blood from her coat. It was clear the scent had attracted some sort of... predator. Or whatever he was, coming along to strut and showboat himself. The prance that he seemed to take up, it was all Sanna could do to not roll her eyes. At first, the medic considered pretending she hadn't seen him at all. Maybe it would work against her in the long run, but she's never been one that's friendly with strangers.

He speaks. Her ears pin to her skull for a moment, before Sanna was able to catch herself and arrange her expression into something a little more friendly. Still, the suspicion rang clear in her gaze as he inquired on the extent of her injuries. She was clearly alone out here, and to have this strange man asking too many questions? It was more than enough to put Sanna on guard. "What's it to you?" Defensive, maybe, and certainly cold. This man could spell danger if she played her cards wrong. Between her minor injury and his horns, she wasn't liking the odds.

"A lynx decided to come between me 'n my lunch." Sanna continued to scrub at the bloodstain on her stark coat. "Was the last one he'll ever make." She doesn't look up, but maintains the stranger in her periphery. What was it to him? Why did he ask so many questions?
"Speech"