Honeyed Pasture nightking

It seems an eternity that Antha has been wandering without sight of another, lost in some strange fever dream. The days and nights have blurred together — and this one is no different, until she hears the call. The sound startles her, and brings with it a flash of hope. The call is not for her, but she cannot help the urge to answer it. She turns toward the source, abandoning her moonlit hunt in favor of companionship. It doesn't take long to find the trail, and the wolf it leads to; a silhouette under the scant night light. She tries to gather herself for a proper greeting, but her typically melodic voice still seems slightly rough to her when she calls to him. Looking for someone? It's not the brightest question she's ever posed, but it's all she has; weeks of loneliness haven't made her very interesting, unfortunately.