Wild Berry Meadow I've been cold, I've been merciless

Then again, they would probably not be happy with her absence... Perhaps it was better to be lost for some time longer. It wouldn't be hard either, it seemed, for though she could not sense the other, the other sure could do her. Ocher eyes grew wide, sunlight creating a spectacle of colors to dance around her irises, and a grin was pleasantly resting on her pointy, pretty face. It was not often she was the one being greeted - most of the time, she approached, but the change of pace was a nice one.

Hiya there! She called, making her way slowly but surely towards the other. Dun't believe we've met befur. She joked, obviously never having seen the woman. Though, her fur was like ink... No, more like the ravens she had observed at Ravensblood Forest. Just a tone darker than her own, and not with the trademark smudge of white upon her throat... How could she remind her of someone? So strange.