Dawnlark Plains come back down to my knees

He had met one leader but he had failed to meet the other. It is in a small glade that he finds her, tattered and torn like a wingless dove. Strong is the first word that comes to mind despite the obvious injuries of some sort of defeat. Perhaps the other got it worse?

Kuldip neared her slowly, respectful of personal space. An easy chuff escaped him to formally announce his presence. I hope you don't mind company? He would not stick around if she'd rather be alone.