Chimera Fields will it leave us anything to show

Such lowlands, and their open spaces, may have had their charm -- in which she indulged, letting her gait open up fully in a way that wasn't always sustainable on a mountainside, but she always knew she kept the peaks in the back of her mind. Even now, when there was so much else to take in (the ash from the old forest, the width of the meadows, the wolfscents crosshatched over the snow itself..), something could always easily veer her thoughts right back up to the nearest peak, be it of her own claim or otherwise. Maybe, the mountain habit was so very ingrained in her that it could be no other way. Or maybe she ought to get out more.

When she vaguely began to realize she was not alone, and perhaps even being watched before that, she simply went with it for a while since he maintained a distance. yet made it clear his path was aligning with hers remarkably well for it to be mere coincidence. A looming company wouldn't cut her gallop short, lest he kick it up into the gear of pursuit. When she finally decided she was in need of an earnest breath, she slowed up and angled back broadside towards her stranger.

She panted softly as she eased down from the run, and mere sight of him, bizarre markings and all else, pricked her ears before she lifted her head to scrutinize him better. He was not exactly the sort of look she was used to seeing, especially in the cold dead of winter. His short, warm-toned coat seemed awfully misplaced in this winterscape.

After he failed to form words, her tail flagged a bit more than before. "Why do you follow?" she asked, a little coarser than intended, but with equal curiosity behind her question. She toed a half step closer to him after she spoke, and kept the expectations open -- prepared for the worst and hoping for better at once.