Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

She understood why Gavriel was staring directly at her when she emerged from the bushes, but she couldn't help but let out a feminine giggle. "Don't tell me I scared you, Gavriel," she teases sweetly, tail swishing behind her. Her scent had been downwind, and she was so light on her feet it was likely that he hadn't heard her until she moved to the bushes. It made sense, but amused her all the same.

Today, the Skayona did not have herbs hanging from her mouth or around her neck, though she did smell strongly of basil. She'd actually taken to the borders in an attempt to stretch her legs, but at one point grew distracted by a small patch of basil. She hadn't planted it there so it was somewhat intriguing, and of course had to investigate it. She'd moved on and continued her patrol, marking the borders somewhat daintily. 

"Some evening rounds?" she asks, her posture neutral but her tail and head lower than the Gona's. Rank mattered little to the young botanist, but she respected others.