Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Tonravik imagined she was on the threshold. But she would leave it as soon as she had come, now that an eye had found her. Even if she minded herself, she knew there was no avoiding this sort of thing if the borders were well-tended to. That in itself was the test.

As he approached, Tonravik grew tense; she knew he was in his rights to come at her, attack, try to kill. Tonravik had no qualms in fleeing. While she was a warrior and a fighter, this was not her territory. Tonravik had no territory. Her eyes were hard as he came nearer, but she vaguely recognized him as he came closer. Yes, he was familiar.

Mordecai.

Her ears perked as he regarded her, and she nods to him. Tonravik was not sure how he would handle her here; but she would leave if he asked her to. Still, she shifted her own body-weight, leaning more in his direction. So far, Spring had kept him here.