Moonspear addling in ephemerality

Fatigue threatened to weigh her down but the steady current of uneasiness and anxiety intertwined kept her wired and painfully alert. But, despite her best wishes.. so very little caught her eye. Not even the gentle sway of leaves and grasses, nor the telltale sign of prey moving through the underbrush. Nothing, and at times, it seemed as if the mountain itself had gone painfully still.

So when she noticed Lazarus moving into her proximity, he was hard to miss simply by nature of him being something alive. It gave her someplace to steer her focus towards, but she did not immediately make a move towards him. His presence was not unfamiliar for she knew that since coming here to the Spear and even in light of all things, he had stayed close -- even when many others had faded, drifted, and disappointed her. She often felt him looming just on the edge of her periphery, somehow, but she had yet to feel bothered by it even without fully understanding all of its implications. The dark alpha knew it was... something, but what, exactly, she had not put forth the effort to find.

She stayed where she was, peering intently and leaving him be for a time until she mustered a soft chuff to aim his way. A keen ear may catch it, but she was feeling it out without set expectations. All she wanted was to not dwell on this disaster that had laid waste to her mountain, even if it may be a fleeting want.