Sonorae
The first bites of grass were always the sweetest, just after the sun had set. Sweetness, produced by the grass as it photosynthesized the weak autumn sun's rays, was always most potent early and she savored the taste of it on her tongue. She closed her eyes as she chewed, fully enjoying the safety of solitude in the moonlight.
She turns her face toward the sky and swallows, drawing in a ragged breath immediately after. Rae wasn't entirely sure why she had decided that now was the best time to wander from home. Autumn was rife with danger, positively bristling with threats. Even more so if a girl was brave enough to venture to the Commons, where anyone could lay their teeth against her hide and mark her as their own. Which was not to mention the more unsavory things they could do if suitably inspired that would have far more lasting repercussions than a simple bite mark and transfer of ownership.
A masculine voice startles her from her reverie and her blissful countenance vanishes. Her ears pin instantly and she whirls towards the noise, neck bowing into a tight arch. She swings her ladylike hips away from him and tucks her tail down tightly, letting the long strands drag between her hocks.
Her pale muzzle draws tight and a defensive sort of sneer winds across her lips, even though she can see that he is younger than her, though not by much. Every piece of her body vibrated with readiness to defend herself until a long, agonizing moment passes in stalemate after his question. When he continued to make no move towards her, she shifts herself awkwardly back a few steps to place a more comfortable distance between them.
It was perhaps a little far for normal conversation, but it gave her a little peace of mind. She speaks a little more defensively than was perhaps necessary, and her words are clipped with worry. "No. I like the night, it's safer."
Her sharp gaze rises to him, almost daring him to ask the obvious why.