A change in scenery

The blood-colored babe is just about to reach the waters edge when the symphony of heavy paws crashing against the earth infiltrates her senses, and instantly her body turns itself to face the intruder. To her suprise it is a male, his large form bounding down the slope of a hill and directly aligned in her direction. Was he.. approaching her or something? After a few more seconds of watching him bound toward her, it is obvious that he is approaching her. Her pelt bristles, the fur along her nape and spine standing straight up like a porcupines spikes. Marco, the black wolverine at her side, lifts his lips in a threataning snarl. If this man wanted a fight, he would get one... But when he stops a few yards away from her, and instead makes a comment about Marco, she is surprised. A humorless bark seeps from slackened jaws, the right corner of her lips creasing slightly to morph into a smirk. Hasn't he ever seen a companion before? "If he didn't follow me, he would be in hell's cross-hairs." She responds sarcastically, the tip of her tail flicking behind her feminine curves (hips). "Who are you, and what do you want." She does not have time to make friends, nor does she have the desire to do so. Her volcanic orbs narrow to glare at the male, her mind pondering his true intentions.