Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

@Stark and @Banner <3

She would not have stoppped if she hadn't recognized the scent— his scent. It was not a former lover or really even a friend— but it was so unforgettable that she needed to find it. She had to be sure that this was who she thought it was. 

Perhaps this was his home. He had struck her as the wondering type, place to place, woman to woman, but maybe he had found something to call his own. Maybe that was honorable— maybe she didn't care. Regardless if it was his, she kept her distance, standing still and a ways back from the edge of the border than she had found. Taking a deep, uncertain breathe, she tilted back her crown and called for whatever leadership would come greet her. Then, when her song died down, she sat with her tail placed neatly beside her and waited— eyes scouting the area around her with a slight caution.