Ravensblood Forest hello, it's me

She awaits response eagerly, and she is not disappointed. From far away she hears her desired outcome and Ann's ears swivel around to catch the lilted words that ride on the wind. Why do thou call out to me? She hears, and frowns slightly, for the sentence is structured unfamiliarly - or at least she is not used to how it is used. Why do thou call out to the wind? The voice speaks, and she thinks male. His scent is of pack, but Ann knows not where he hails from; perhaps the one settled near them?

"This fair maid doth call out to thee, good sir, that mine eyes may see thy face." She calls back and she feels him coming closer, trailing the sound of her voice. Andromeda mimics his speech - she finds it slightly amusing, and her cyan gaze awaits his appearance before it. "Perhaps mine intention is to seek thee out, to find thyself and grace this gaze of mine with thyself. Wilt thou do me the honour?" A grin creeps onto her face now, intrigued by the mysterious man, this shadow that walks the trees, forest spirit who inhabits the homes of mortal men.

"I await thine presence in the grove of emerald, fair sir."