Sex: FemaleThe fur along her nape and spine rose instinctively, her lip curling in distaste. She'd been warned of the danger the coyotes posed around here but hadn't imagined that there would be so many. It seemed they were everywhere she went, and it also apparent that today she was faced with the inconvenience of running into them yet again. The dark-furred man was at least equally as apprehensive to the situation as she was, his own stance stiffening in warning. He mentioned moving along toward the Draw and its borders; it wasn't an obvious invitation, but from the sound of it he seemed willing to allow her to join him. At this point, she wasn't going to pass that up.
"After you," she obliged politely before issuing a low, threatening growl to the band of scavengers and drawing respectfully closer to his side.
Prairie crocus. She was familiar enough with the flowering plant to know of its marginal medicinal properties, including how dangerous it could be. What the stranger needed it for was none of her business, but in her thoughts she wondered. It was fairly hard to miss this time of year, given that the flower of the plant itself was pretty and easily spotted in the open areas where it seemed to grow. As it happened, she'd seen a few patches in a meadow between Heartleaf Creek and where they were currently. Perhaps if she could help her counterpart find what she was looking for, she could make an ally of him - or even a friend. If not, she wasn't above offering what assistance she could to someone in need.
Following the stranger's lead, Lyanna departed the scene at Draven's side, happy to put whatever distance she could between herself and the bold, miserable coyotes.
