The Sunspire guard the night, oh keep the spirits strong

it did not take the svartell long to discover that she was being followed; the familar spark of intuition was accompanied by the soft tap of paws on earth and stone. her step faltered for a moment as she struggled to put name to unfamiliar pelt; surely she'd seen the girl somewhere. yet she could not recall in the slightest what her name might be, or where before she'd seen those markings. 

verdant gaze slid to land on the girl a moment, before she pushed forward a little faster, testing, poking. some of the same energy that had the girl feeling giddy too itched under the star child's pelt, and she was in no mood for dull greetings and first meetings. perhaps she could incite the stranger to a game, a chase; the little plateau she thought of as the finish line was not too far off, anyways.