Wild Berry Meadow it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile

ooc; set after her arrival to teekon hope you don't mind me!

it was not a long journey. her steps were weary, yes, but she would pursue regardless. rest was usually not known to the ivory woman. she would always move forward. a forever choice of hers if anything. weariness was weakness, and she would fail to address such a thing. the scent of panic and pain would pressure her, however. her ears moved forward, attempting to pick up whoever was making such a statement.

this woodland was not far from her starting point. a blessing, then. perhaps not for the injured being who may wish to be left alone. Heloise would nary start as a cry was heard moments later. her body reacted instinctively, turning to the point of origin and moving quickly toward it. she spies a pale being ahead, laying within the foliage. a leg is awkward, there are signs of conflict. she stops a respectful distance away, though concern seems to be lost on her icy gaze.

"do you need assistance, miss?" she would say.