She walked abreast to Iano as they made their way towards the mess hall. She tugged at the hood of the dark wood colored cloak, pulling it up to cover over her head. It was something of a habit and something of a precaution. Even in the Silver Leaves it was uncommon for her race to be present and among so many people, a fact reiterated by the way the servants ducked out of her way as if they might catch whatever it is the wild’har had. The disease ideal that was not helped by the slight hiss that exuded from her as she tested the air around the strangers. Those she already knew were given a slight lowering of those black leather eyes, traced with just slight hints of brown that allowed them to appear real in the scope of darkness. She walked abreast with Iano, uncaring of the snickers or whispers that followed them as her mind seemed more heavily focused on the movements and physical languages of those around her. The mood this morning was not hostile and Iano had spoken of battle soon to come, it was a delightful day. It may even appear that the little wild one had a smile curled onto those lips, though as with the cloak, she was aware enough of the others to not allow the sharper canines intimidate them- that would be saved for necessary moments.<br/><br/>As they entered the mess hall Lin trailed a bit behind Iano, her own eyes scanning over the room. Iano seemed to have found his place, stopping at the table with some of the other Leaves that had blown into this great yard. She offered the same gauged smile to the table, but began to wander off as Iano started in on his social courtesies. She had little to no interest in small talk, most of which she didn’t really understand anyways. She walked by the food, studying the people within the room as if the food held little interest. Truly the food was catering to a more human diet, cooked food had never been high on her priority list. Later she would find something in the woods to sate her hunger, but for now something raw would have to do. Her fingers wrapped around an apple as her eyes wrapped around the one called Kor. She hadn’t seen this one before, but he smelled like home. Of course there was something off, he wasn’t like her, but then again, neither was her dear friend Iano.<br/><br/>She found herself standing across from him, the table between them. She canted her head to the side a little bit and sniffed at the air again before she sat down. She raised the apple to her lips and took a bite, watching the man eat in an awkward but personally appreciated silence. She was definitely evaluating the man, guessing at all the important bits while trying to make the guess educated through observation. It all came down to whether or not she thought she could beat him in a fight, and as of now, she seemed unsure. It was undeniably a weird meeting. The mask adorned human shoveling protein into his sleep deprived face while the quiet Wild’Har stared from beneath the cloak at the him, taking an occasional bite from the apple and chewing for longer than necessary as she mulled over the man.