Imaq had taken to wandering once more, though she still carried a healthy measure of trepidation where it concerned leaving the territory. Much like Tzila and Lane, she was well aware that she was not breakable in her current condition -- given there was a condition -- but still felt it was better safe than sorry where it concerned any unborn children she might be carrying, though it was entirely possible that her concern stemmed from the trauma of losing her first litter.
She settled for sweeping along the borders, seaglass gaze occasionally flitting to the streaks of color along the horizon or the flight of a bird's silhouette against the vibrant sky. She wasn't sure exactly when her cracked gaze moved back to the path ahead and she spotted the approaching figure but her tuliped auds lifted alertly when she did notice him.
The she-dog continued towards him though she felt a familiar swell of caution rear its head, uncertain how the woodlander might react to the sight of her. It was not so long ago that she had forgotten Taikon, nor the red woman in the woods.
Despite her timidness, the merle allowed a polite smile to grace her speckled features and a soft rumble of greeting to escape her as the two neared one another.
The woman felt a shiver creep along her spine, gaze moving from his as the smile slipped slightly -- certain she'd seen a spark of something like the emotion she'd once spotted in Taikon's eyes. The medicine woman didn't quite stop at first, instead shifting on her paws flightily as if ready to flee or at the very least keep moving if the man proved unfriendly.
Surprised, she glanced to the archer -- his pelt like that of a snow-blanketed wood -- when he greeted her, cordially enough though it seemed somewhat forced as if he didn't truly wish to speak with her. Still, he had spoken and the polite thing to do would be to answer. "Hello," Imaq returned. "I-Imaq, " she stuttered softly, for some reason feeling embarrassed about her inability to speak common fluently in the woodlander's presence.
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He could've sworn the splotched woman before him seemed fearful, which the archer found a little strange considering his previous interactions today. In assumption that everyone who lived here before held a higher rank than himself, he was not expecting them to reveal a meek exterior to him. This woman was....different. Regardless, he slowly nodded to accept their greeting. "I am Kaster, a new recruit."
The small she-fae's scent, who could now be seen as Imaq, was taken through his liver colored nostrils for future reference. Though not without the acknowledgment of a farmiliar smell -- one which reminded Kaster of the two woman who greeted him upon arrival earlier. "I was told there were mothers roaming the camp when Wintersbane introduced me. You are one of them, I presume?"