it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

Her peace was interrupted rather swiftly, and the sound of pawsteps approaching from somewhere she couldn't quite see made her hackles rise. Her gaze fell from the stars to the figure standing a little ways away. The lack of a breeze made it a little difficult for her to discern a scent, but in a moment she had it in her nostrils. This was a stranger, and not one from around here. Her hackles rose further, his proximity and possible danger posed by it kicking her into high gear in a few seconds flat. Her audits fell back against her skull, and she rose slowly, making sure to keep the male in her sights as she backpedaled. Her upper lip curled to reveal her teeth, defensive rather than offensive. It was imperative he know exactly what would happen if he came any closer. No sounds would escape her maw, not even a whisper slipped through her bared teeth. Her ebony tipped tail curled toward her belly in fear.

This stranger had not said a word, he displayed no foreign tongues yet. However, he was no native, no man of her tribe. Therefore he was dangerous until proven otherwise. He was simply staring at her, like he was trying to find a use for her, or a way he would like to eat her. It was unnerving, and she wasn't sure if she would be safe running from him.