Silver Moraine move it on over

the chuff certainly drew her attention, and now that she was aware someone was... here, she spotted him. a sad looking fellow of soft (she assumed) white fur, staring in her direction. truthfully, he could've waltzed right up, eye-contact and dominant posture all about him and corinna wouldn't have done a single thing about it. in fact, she might've giggled-- but this little lady was most certainly not the fighting type.

"hey, you," she purled, taking a few strutting steps towards him, "need something?" the question was always without follow through-- corinna assumed no one really wanted anything but a conversation with a pretty gal-- and would you look at that? here she was. she gazed expectantly at him, tail waving lightly at her hocks.