Blackfeather Woods your stars in my lungs

Family of their Morta it seemed. A brother.

Ah. It was more of a sound than an actual word. She cast a gaze upon him once more, assessing his state. The man seemed well enough to be showing up on their borders as, presumably, a loner. Respectful too. The Morta was not a powerful or dominant creature by any means but she had grown to appreciate those who showed her the respect of her position.

Her posture eased ever so slightly, motioning with her sharp muzzle for him to do the same. Stay? It was not an offer but a question. Ah...or... Oh what was the word they used? Visit? The word lacked grace as she spoke it, warbling almost but it didn't deter her confidence. She still stood tall with her gaze locked on the man.