Blackfeather Woods Listen

Emma stood still with her ears perked and standing high upon her head. There were breaks in the wind, silent markers of one's movements, though she couldn't tell exactly where. Without her eyes to guide her, she was dependent on the creaking limbs of autumn to guide her. She closed her eyes for a moment, and allowed her feet to guide her. When her eyes reopened, she caught a glimpse of the other's fur.
She tilted her head inquisitively and slowly began to approach. You're not bad at lurking, huh? Unaware of who she was talking to, she kept her tone neutral and awaited a response.