He was not a mark, but he was alone and as good as prey. Alone, bad eyesight judging by the spectacles, small...he was as good as dead out here. If she didn't get him, something else would, no doubt.
And that would be a shame.
Axieva stalked him for some time on silent hooves, keeping to the underbrush and making absolutely sure he was alone. Humans often liked to travel in packs, after all, and a weak one might have a stronger one guarding it. Slowly she closed the distance between them, pausing when he paused, moving when he moved. Sure, he might look weak enough that she felt confident taking him even if he did notice her, but where was the fun in that?
The fun was in the surprise.
Once close enough, she launched herself at him and grabbed him from behind, yanking him backwards and pulling him flush against her flat chest. She didn't even feel the need to use her weapon, instead slipping one hand under his chin and pressing her claws to his throat, her mouth close to his ear. They were roughly the same height, not counting the horns, which made it all very comfortable.
"If you follow any gods, I would say your final prayers," she growled into his ear, voice thickly accented. Her claws lightly caressed his throat, indenting his skin. "If none, you may pray to me instead."