Porcupine Ridge And when she speaks..?

With a final puff, the female approached the borders closely, only 20 ft away now. She raised her head and looked on at the black male, her tawny and black pelt whisking slightly in the cool winds. She chuffed louder now, attempting to catch his attention. Her multi-colored eyes waxed and waned, squinting to decipher his mood, obviously bored. With a small shake of her muzzle she called. It was time she joined a hierarchy.