Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

Hoisting herself up from a thorough roll, she shook out her shedding furs and tipped an ear to listen when a note rose up -- and from not far, no less. She would answer, for curiosity intertwined with protectiveness dictated she get there quickly. With a small kick of her heels, the dark alpha descended the last stretch of mountain.

Soon, her eyes caught the sight of cream furs and her approach slowed, poised and attentive to this strange presence on her doorstep. She remained silent and spoke her volumes with her posture and subtleties. With ears tipped towards him and a smooth confidence thrumming in her veins, the question did not need to be said. He had summoned, after all, and he would be wise to have good purpose in calling her at her home.