Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

The faded hues offered by the dying sun were beautiful but it also meant that the shadows had begun to grow and consume the rest of the world. Catori drew in a breath when she heard the scuffle of what sounded like rocks sliding, only to hear a yelp moments later. She wove her way between the scare trees until she'd skirted the edge of the rocks she'd previously avoided. "Hello?" Her voice was sound, confident; even if it was a ruse to ambush her Catori had never been one to back down from a challenge and to consider foul play she was still too accustomed to having Chelan nearby to keep her safe. She hadn't seen her brother in months, and yet, he still felt like he was with her. 

She tilted her head up a bit to catch the scent and followed it until she spotted the male where he'd at least come to a stop. Okay, not the most dignified the Spiritwalker had ever found someone, but also not the worst. "Are you okay?" Catori asked, wondering if he'd twisted an ankle or just lost his footing or what. For her, there was no shame in a misstep, and so, she had no issues making the assumption to help him as well. "Let's get to more sound ground," She hummed out, leaning down when she was nearby to offer her shoulder to help brace him if he needed it.