Honeyed Pasture ah, there's still time

Had Keyni been one to make it a habit of swearing, then she would have uttered one now. She had been so hoping that the lone Ostrega would have kept going. Would have missed her form hunkered down amidst the grasses. But just as he knew her, she knew him. Antares was a sharp, alert wolf. Observant, letting little slip his attention. When those deep sea blue eyes turned and landed on her, she huffed in self-disapproval at being spotted.

It was not him that she wanted to avoid. Since their parting of ways, she placed no blame on him for how he conducted his exit. She sensed him to be a complex but simple young wolf all at once. She knew he had needed to clear his mind. To cleanse his body and stretch his legs after having been through so much. While settling into life at Moonglow, there was many a time where she thought of him. Of where he was and how he was faring. She only ever wished him the best, ready to accept his return at any moment. Just...not this precise one. 

"Antares..." She returned. Her voice was different. Reluctant...edgy. Even her jade stone eyes had averted, focused on the parting of the individual strands of grass. She realized then, that luckily for her, where she had planted herself, there was a conveniently located burrow. Likely belonging to that of a fox or family of rabbits. Not bothering to consider whether or not it was occupied, just feeling the rounded hollowness of the earth against her rump was enough incentive for her to back up, protecting her rear end. "I...didn't expect to see you." But still, it was good to. Good to see that he was indeed, alive and well.