Snapping awake, Vira jumped to her feet, and glanced around. She had been in a deeper sleep than what she had expected to be, and hadn't heard anyone approach. Her dragon sense only alerted her to danger, the rest she had to rely on her senses for. She hadn't sensed danger, but she could hear music drifting from further down the river.
Wringing the rest of the water out of her hair, and throwing it over her shoulder, and stalked towards the noise. She came to a rock outcropping about ten feet away from where the stranger sat, and peeked from behind it. She saw the wolf with the Ocarina, and studied him harshly. She thought it rather foolish of him to have alerted any in the area of his presence without finding out whether there was danger about. She didn't see or sense anything that would give her the idea that he was foe, but that wasn't enough for her to come out and introduce herself, either. He was probably just passing through, and she was already uncomfortable with as many furs as there was at the cave. Sure, she struck a cord with some, but she was ultimately a loner, and had been for a very long time.
"If he finds the cave, then so be it, but I'll be damned if I am the one to lead him here. It's quite crowded enough already," she thought to herself.
Vira turned, and headed the opposite way of the stranger, back towards her sunning spot by the river. She sat facing the river, and pulled her hair over her shoulders again to dry the rest of the way. Leaning her chin on her hand, she pondered over the days events, especially the mornings, with whatever that strange feeling had been.