Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

the stranger leaps across the river in a few powerful bounds. bronze gaze watches him as he moves across the river, chin raised a fraction as she watches his approach. his lack of an introduction is met somewhat warily, but words eventually come as he languidly closes the distance between them. her brow furrows a moment, auds twitching in clear distaste. she does not like being called dear, but the man could have information she needs. "dawn, of whitebark stream." 

she assumes the quirk of his brow is in response to her discontent with his manner of greeting, but she forges ahead. "I'm looking for a male called Surya -" she notices the dark man then, gaze tracing over him as he approaches without word. muzzle dips a fraction in greeting, but her gaze returns to the man after a beat. "is he with you?" she forgets to ask for the first male's name, gaze returned again to the stygian male.