Moonspear say a few words to the winds

Steadily, the sound of pawsteps not her own came thrumming closer and closer. She prickled her furs up playfully, preparing as carefully as she could muster to be come upon very, very soon. It was a bit tempting to keep the chase going, and to just dart away entirely, but wanting to see one of them alone outweighed it in the end.

She glimpsed over her shoulder to the streak of black -- still not able to identify her exactly, they all looked so frustratingly similar and they knew it. But, she growled fondly and sprung at her to meet her with a pounce of her own. "Little beast," she chirped, eager to praise the girl with quick, pecking licks on her head and neck. "What brings you?" and in somewhat rare form away from the others, no less.