Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

In route, she had only caught a glimpse of grey from her peripheral. Just enough to make her aware that life beyond herself lurked in the forest, and encouraged her senses to be more mindful of this. It was not strange in the slightest, nor did it warrant her concern. Afterall the lands were open and unclaimed with a culmination of scents drifting as leaves would upon the wind. She did however stop when she caught the sound of rushed paws across the ground. Her bi-colored eyes narrowed keenly as she surveyed the heavy foliage until the figment of grey once dismissed became pronounced. Rather than approach or in fact keep her in the path of the stranger, she deviated but a little and chose a soft woof to acknowledge his presence. Then just as easily led forward with a heavy paw to carry on.