Dragoncrest Cliffs Grace is just weakness

She sat down, quietly waiting for someone to come greet her. Even if no one would did she find it here beautiful - plus, she could report back of another, possibly hostile, pack. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long before a black shadow made its way to the borders. He looked rather like... No, this was not the time to think about him. Besides, his eyes had been the brightest yellow she had ever seen. No way this was him... And the white paw gave that away immediately. She would've remembered something so specific.

She dipped her head in greeting, pressing her ears and head down in submission. Hi! She called back with a smile. Tipping her head to the side, which caused some neck floof to droop rather cutely, she responded to his obvious statement. No kiddin'. She joked. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she took in the scent of salt on his skin. So familiar, yet so far. Just 'ere ta chat, really. Ya see, I'm a scout travellin' all 'cross Teekon!