Emberwood coquilles.

Her ear twitched at the sound of another, and she was immediately sent into a flurry of panic - she snapped whatever branch she was nosing and nearly tumbled back-first into a stinking pond. She was able to balance herself, luckily she was a light thing otherwise gravity would've gotten the best of her. Her head whipped around to spot an older woman dressed in a gown of coal-tipped grey with an undercoat of a soft cream. Her eyes were a lighter shade of the water around here, melancholy almost. From the looks of it, the woman was no Saint - in the most positive way that could be taken - but appearances deceived and the queen fae was on edge.

Greetings. She dipped her muzzle, eyes never leaving the woman's frame just to be sure. Do you come from the mountains? Was her first question - quite a normal one if one didn't know the context of it, but it was crucial for the girl to know to be able to trust the other. The saints were dumb and arrogant, they'd most likely only lie about where they came from if this was a pre-planned attack... in which case, she was screwed.