Moonspear tengu caller

Her ears shifted and she turns her head to face him not long after the realization dawned that company approached. Since he is familiar, she remained relatively lax. "Harley," she greets with a low chuff and sway of her tail. She can't help but glance over him in a quick sweep, infinitely curious to how he fared in light of the adjustments to the pack he was inevitably busy with. "I cannot complain," she answered with a vague swing of her muzzle and small smirk. She was a little restless about things entirely unseen (like the gravity of such recent losses), but, handling it in modest succession. "Settling in well?" she returned onto him, far more interested in his details than her own as the last rays of sunlight sprinkled onto his coat.