She had hoped one of the Ridge might cross her path and lead the way, though she had anticipated it would be her companion same as the last time. However fate had something entirely different in mind, presenting her instead with a towering form crossing the coast with curious intent.
Her ears bent forward, hearing his exclaiming but knew not what he spoke of. Rather than inquire immediately, she looked around her immediate person, finding first the overflow of flora into the light sanded coast then turned her gaze toward the rolling shores and the endless blue that touched them. It looked fairly ‘normal’ as far as she was concerned. There was no strange inkling in the forefront of her mind to suggest something was amiss and in need of her wary. But of course, she wouldn’t have thought that the male was referring to herself.
When she could find no source of his awe to share in, she carefully placed the bouquet at her paws, rolling her tongue a few times to rid the astringent taste from the roof of her mouth. “Pardon?” she all but hacked mid-roll, then quickly cleared her throat to assume her usual weathered voice. “What isn’t?” Her brows were peaked with interest. Her body relaxed as the behemoth approached her, taking note of his own posture and mirrored its likeness. |