Moonspear and i wonder

When Rannoch roved up the trail, luckily she wasn't far off from the sound of his chuff. Just nearby, she had stolen about an hour's worth of a nap after she had shooed her youngest (growing rapidly) puppies out and away from her immediate vicinity. By now when he had come up this way, though, something else had already stirred her awake; she had just been resisting doing anything needing her to move. It had been a good, cozy spot in the sunlight, happy for the warmth on an otherwise crisp day, but this was good motivation to press her up and around again now that she'd soaked up a solid bit of relaxation. After this, she could head back down the mountain with her spirits light and rested for a thorough roving and patrol.

She stretched languidly and made her way over towards the grayscale yearling, slowly waving a rising tail as she looked him over. "Rannoch," she greeted with bright, attentive eyes that were quick to appraise his healing wound. "Good to see you up and around." She had to wonder what brought him up this way, and trusted she would find out soon.