shes watching him closely, not sure whether or not to approach.
And he is observing her in kind, unsure of what exactly he's looking at. It's a dragon, for sure, and he could smell the chemical markers of feminine biology, so he assumed a female of a species he didn't know.
His neck arches, fur-like picnofiber coat rising just a tad, cautious, just in case. Twin-tails whip, but a low rumble echoes from him as though expecting a reaction.











