Phoenix Maplewood Further we fall

Voices.
She heard them faint, and her ears pricked. They had to belong to the pair, and so she stood, alert and catching another snippet of voice. She set off into a lope, approaching the noise. She darted nimbly through the trees, and it was when she rounded an oak that she saw them. Mud covered, travel-weary, but here. Her eyes fell on the girl. Chusi. 

She approached, confident, and drew up beside the pair. She greeted Charley with a nod, eyes flickering to the sunrise briefly before glancing down up the girl. "Hello. You must be Chusi, koutavi " she said, voice a tad softer then normal, but still authorative and hinted with an ancient, melodic accent.