Broken Antler Fen Phoenix Flies

The charcoal-smudged male came forward and she stood her ground, ready for hostility because he didn't know her, or for greetings. She offered a smile, though, and her tail tucked slightly closer to show she wasn't a threat to him or Roangeda.
She opened her mouth to speak for herself when Parymfia came in a white blur, shouting her name. She grinned, tail wagging freely now. She was glad to see the youth doing very well for herself. 

She didn't miss the soft failure in her features, then realized Ingram's scent was absent.
"I was lost, following the herds too far. The quakes must have scared them away." Henwen wasn't the best at directions, but she tried.
"How are you?"