Wapun Meadow the crescent city sleeps

The approach of another triggered her attentions to roll back to the present. Echelon's gaze caught sight of the other as they approached. It was not a hard task to spot them; the silvery coat of the female stood out in comparison to the darkness that cloaked her. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where the wolf had come from, though she was inclined to make those assumptions either way. There was something about her, some business-like authority that suggested the fruits of her earlier labor had stirred their watchful eyes.

It was hard for her to hide a smirk, but she did it. "No, just resting," she explained politely enough. Whether or not the charade would carry any weight as the duration of their company continued was another story altogether. "Can I help you?"