Stone Circle Be Like I Never Left

it was a perfect day for meandering through the territory, and that the girl did. she approached whatever called for her attention, whether it be a stray ray of sunlight catching a unique snow formation, or an interesting bird in the barren canopy above. the howl had her pause, for she knew that voice. it's owner danced upon the fringes of her mind, and yet she could not grasp it immediately. with a frown, unable to decipher the owner of the call, she approached it, intrigued by the familiar notes. 

Chaska. the name sprang to mind just as she rounded a tree and caught sight of his form. pausing between the silent trees, her optics blinked in surprise. he had left them. he had left with Mirabelle, the woman she found an odd dislike to. after a moment, her paws set into motion once more, and she approached, expression tinged with bitterness. "What are you doing here? I thought you left. With her." she greeted, lacking her usual grin.