Blackfeather Woods i fear no evil; the shadow is mine and so is the valley

After the hazy memory of Maegi, and her departure, Flicker sought to have a few moments to herself; to order the recent events before she starts to search for a trail of the herds. Winter was closing swiftly, the snow was starting to thicken. She wasn't used to this though, for her mountainous terrain had been cold as fuck, but she seldom witnessed snow. It amazed her, and she'd spent a long time watching its first fall from the tree's fringes for only a small amount collected within the wood; mainly where the trees became sparser. 

She passed through the mists, choosing to ignore the blueish whisps; she'd had enough of spirits as of late. She cast a wary look over them, however, in case they were indeed malevolent -- luckily they kept their distance and vanishes upon her passing. She didn't look back.
Her scarlet muzzle pushed past a low branch, her paws sinking slightly on the damp ground with a soft squelch. She looked about and her eyes settled on a large form, just bigger than hers. Momentarily, her lips raised for she thought Siqsa was laying on the moss, but quickly corrected herself when the silvered ends of the man's plush fur glinted mutely in the light. 
 
She approached, cuffing softly in greeting; an intruder wouldn't be laying in the middle of the woods now. Right? Her tail wavered behind her, signaling that, if he indeed saw her apparent aggression, she didn't mean it. "Hey there," she called softly, offering a small smile, "long day?" she asked. No harm in starting a light conversation.