Cedar Sweep On your own time.

The stranger was pale but not quite white pale, more the color of old parchment, subtly golden. They had a lowly posture at first but raised their head, watching her attentively, and she felt herself get small out of habit. Her tail swept the grass in a friendly little wave, then stilled.

They seemed to be on the trail of something. At least their path crossed with the route of compression she had been looking at, so Zephrine assumed he had followed a similar trail to where they met here. As he began to move on he paused and seemed to be waiting for her - wordless, which she appreciated - and after a momentary pause to make up her mind, she followed after him.

They moved quickly. Zephrine was thankful for her light, spry body. Keeping up with him wasn't too difficult. The path widened considerably as they roamed together and the scent trail became more pronounced, proving they were on the right track.