Moonspear say a few words to the winds

She flicked her ears towards what broke the relative  silence -- a voice, and a familiar one, although she could not quite name which one exactly it was yet (a problem she was starting to get used to having often). One of the trio was the baseline that mattered here as she listened, trying to discern how far, and where exactly, the little one was.

Since she wasn't far away herself, she tossed her muzzle upward and sang back a short note of a half-howl. 'Pretty close..' she intended to convey with an appropriate measure of mystery and mischief in the undertones; She didn't want to make it too easy to track her down. But that was a good hint on its own, however she just didn't stay put and kept lurking on down her pathway, a trail of telltale, musky footprints in her wake.