Deepwood Weald a whispered portent

Birds scattered skyward when the call rang out.

Dirge paused mid-step over a tangled mass of rotting woodwork to take it in, not at all far off from the sound of things. It set his hackles to rise in those fleeting few moments hut they smoothed out as he resumed his search. This time his quarry wasn't the hares he hoped to find, but the voice of summons indirect.

He happened upon her not long after the startled birds had returned to roost elsewhere. She was easy on the eyes but almost engulfed by bleakness all around; if not for the shock of tan that caught his gaze like a beacon, he may have overlooked her in those lingering wintry depths. No doubt she'd seen him by then, so he broke cover to better survey what intents lied bare.

"You all right?" It was safe to say she'd probably scared everything within a couple of miles, so investigating the ruckus seemed most applicable.