Blackfoot Forest in case you're thinking of escaping, before you wake, i'll take your horse

It was by chance that she spotted his form against the earth. An ink blot that she could not read. Yet he seemed to read her to some degree. She halted her own movements as she awaited his approach. Her tail whisked behind her in a cautious manner, mindful of his intentions. This was not home, she did not have others to call for. No ena or even a Morta to rally.

This was her. And him.