Silverlight Terrace mere silhouettes

In truth, she'd not put an exact date on when to expect Floki back. He'd certainly not crossed over in the threshold of being gone so long that she'd worried about it (especially considering he knew what he was doing out there), so to find his scent, and then his presence not long after, here with her was a welcome enough surprise. Her tail waved softly at his greeting. "Floki, hey," she murmured quietly as she joined up next to him.

Once close enough, she reached to nudge her muzzle against his shoulder. He smelled of the wilds, places indistinct but out there -- she knew some more familiar to her than others. Upon pulling back just slightly, she couldn't help but glance him over to ensure that travels had been safe.

But greetings slipped aside easily in favor of a topic of certain interest for her: just what she'd asked of him. "Anything good?" she asked, definitely eager to hear more.