It had become somewhat of a habit now to sneak out into the night, at least ‘sneaking’ was what she thought considering Raheerah had not stopped her (or spoken of his notice). Rather than cross borders into open lands or scale the mountains in the night to bring her ease, she walked at her leisure through the pines of the Vale, at times leaving tuffs of molting fur on the trunks as a trail. It seemed quick the odd ritual to assume, but for one reason or another (that her mind again could not grasp), she took a mild pleasure to it as if she were doing something meaningful, surely to be noticed. She would not have thought that such behavior was motivated by an instinctual drive, the most basic that plagued all adults once the spring began its rise.

Almost dreamlike, she wandered feeling the rich earth underpaw until her nostrils wafted a contesting scent above the natural fragrance. One of herbs and stale blood, the scent of ‘healing’ as she knew it. And is if dispelled, her eyes came to focus on the pale lit world around her. The fine light of the silvery moon a beacon to guide her from the darkened depths into its brilliant light. And with it was the scent trail to follow towards the small creek. And as her sense had declared, she would not find it without another at its waters.

“Is it not late?” she uttered, concern thickly laid in her croaking chords. Quietly she walked forward til she was near the side of the pale woman, taking care not to shift too close to her wounded leg.

There was a quality to Velox that the woman could not readily place, yet she found it pleasant much the same as she did with Tenzin. It was an aged quality commanding only kind regard- well deserved, she imagined, considering how the white female presented herself almost modestly. Another might have called this intangible attribute ‘maternal’, but as her own experiences with her dame were lacking in such warmth, she had no real connection to go by. None the less, she had a natural respond of ease as she neared the moonlit woman.

“Only recently,” she admitted in but a whisper. “Slowly winter in ending, but already it feels like summer in the den.” Her shoulder sunk somewhat at the miserable thought. “It does not help that Raheerah tends to cling as if he freezes…”

“…mate?!”

There were only a handful of names she could have thought to give the demon male. Companion, friend, confidant… savior. And though she had not tested the limit aloud, there were more she could fathom, but hearing one from the mouth of another, she realized just the kind of impact it entailed. It was like a fire had been sparked in the pit of her stomach, and its flames and heat surged through her body to reach her cheeks. Had she felt warm in her winter pelt now, she felt completely ablaze in that instance.

“I-I… he…he…” her tongue felt heavy due to the foreign heat, not to mention the surge of thoughts that clambered over the other to take to the forefront of her mind. Her shoulders rounded uncomfortably as she sunk down into herself, as if attempting to hide from the question itself… or perhaps the reality of the truth and how it made her feel.

“N-no…” she mumbled finally, looking anywhere but to the white female sat next to her. “We share a den, is all. We… enjoy each other’s company… and… I hadn’t yet made a den for myself.” Though the likelihood of her doing so was far from thought, let alone mind. “And I,” her quiet voice turned meeker still as she paws awkwardly at her muzzle as if suddenly taken by an itch. None would have guessed this was a sign of uncertainty. “…I do not believe he favors me in that manner. He has not asked… or implied- but your restlessness!” Her head perked up quickly and let her bi-colored eyes rest on the serene visage of the woman. There was an opportunity for a change in topic, and she would have it before she was reminded of her own quiet thoughts further. “It is your healing that is making you restless?” she inquired almost desperately. “The strangeness of the land? Is it quite different from your own?”