Stone Circle let's try again; you be the lead

He was watching her again. And like always, he knew it was her, even in the dark. Even from a distance. Even though the slight breeze blew her scent - crisper now that the milkscent had faded, and always laced with lavender - away from his nose, there was no mistaking the lean cut of the tiny creature, nor the distinctive lack of a tail.

Grayday still didn't know what to make of the woman, despite having had several encounters with her. Maybe hunting with her would help break the thick and ever-present ice, but right then, Day found himself disinterested in that particular idea. Still, his paws dragged him forward, close enough that his ears twitched in curiosity when she laughed.

"Something funny?" he asked after a long stretch of silence, coming closer now that he'd alerted her to his presence. He sat beside her and peered up at the sky, though there was no longer anything to be seen up there for him.