Blacktail Deer Plateau A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.

Today was a bad day.  She'd had those, occasionally, when the mists refused to rise from her mind and her spirits demanded she snap at those near.  These were the days she patrolled, turning her solitude towards protecting their claim.  Lord knows her family didn't need it.

Strangers on the limits, though... her interest spiked when she saw one.  In such a mood she looked forward to expelling whoever it was, turning them away with teeth if need be.  She stalked forward, imperious and aggressive, only to stop short when she recognized that coat.  Reyes.

Rosalyn stared at him a moment, the pallor on her mood making it hard for her to determine how she should respond. As a mother she was delighted to see him... hurt that he left, but overjoyed he was safe.

She took a step forward, then froze, and her muzzle split into a smile.  She recalled he hadn't appreciated touch.  Reyes, was she said, but the feeling was evident.