Moonspear some to dust and some to gold

She had managed to get comfortable, reclined with her paws outstretched and the rest of her only halfway propped up on her side. With a bit of time she'd cooled down somewhat, thanks to shade and soft mountain breezes together. However, the sun was getting hotter, the skies cloudless and bright, and humidity probably bound to climb too if the last several days were any indication. She felt a frown creeping up on her. She didn't look forward to it.

When Dash appeared abruptly, she was all attentions on him as soon as she could be. Her ears swung aggressively forward and maybe her glare read a little more hotly than intended. His arrival straightened her up into a sit but his step back and apology eased her somewhat, enough that her ears fanned back with a slow exhale. "Dash," she said with a quick nod of greeting. She tilted her head at him and watched him more intently than normal. At least as far as she knew, he was not involved in any of this recent trouble. In fact, perhaps even the opposite. He was one of them quite devoted to the search for Lazarus and for that, she was grateful. "Where are you headed?" and so focused, too. He he know something she did not?