Dawnlark Plains Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first.

With an urgency, she moved across the flat terrain, ushered by a voice which whispered puzzling, but sweet nothings into her ear in the same high, flutelike whistle as the wind. Dark lips moved as she searched, but no voice rang out over the air or even lingered within a moment's reach- as the murmurings she uttered were for her alone to hear, and need not be spoken above her silent plume of breath. She did not stride frantically in onr direction and then forsake it for another- but instead, moved with a direct sort of purpose which would be the markstone of her conviction. 

As soon as she caught sight of the stranger- his coat gilded so lightly with subtle beiges- she knew she'd found who she was looking for, and called out, in a voice which was light and familiar. "There you are," She said, ranging closer. She gave him a knowing smile, and a congenial nod. She could tell he had been tracking a herd of either deer or elk- and he had that concentrated, hunter's look on his face, so she knew not to keep him long. "We've been looking for you all morning," She said, with a slight huff- satisfied that she had finally found him.