setting the duffle bag down with her hands raised. "We got off the wrong foot saber, let's not fight I know this is your land... oh!? I just remembered I did bring something just in case I would run into you, do you like steak? Fresh from the butcher shop..." she said soothingly and showed she had nothing harmful on her and kept her eyes low knowing eye contact was disrespectful to ferals.
((Late fall so probably November, the day is on your guys choice :T))