It was not every day (or night for that matter) that the Vale played host to one sitting at their steps. More often than not, it was in the wild they met others, or on the occasion when one would summon them for information and greeting. But this quiet fellow, excitable by the look of him, appeared to be waiting as if adhering to some instruction from fate. Perhaps he had anticipated one of the Vale coming to pass by on patrol. But the hour was too late for that to seem reasonable.
Humming softly to herself, Xi’nuata took care as she approached him maintaining a comfortable enough berth from his sides. Her muzzle remained extended as she surveyed him, noting to some degree of satisfaction that his coat was not laden with the scent of the Creek. In fact, it was bare save for the essence of the wilds and another hint of musk that had grown distant. Though it was of interest when noted that the same scent on his coat trailed away from where the male sat, leading around him almost protectively then drifted off beyond the visible base of the mountain. He had a companion?
Rounding to his front again, she let her shoulders roll back in open gesture to his presence, indicative that she was not a threat and for the most part, calm. There were many questions to ask, but in the late hour, she assumed it best to be concise. No long introduction or speech. Just a simple inquiry. “It is late,” she pointed softly. “Are you hear because you need a place to sleep? Has your companion gone off to find a place for you?” |