Frostfire Ridge Sing Along

The Chuff reached her ears, and she swung about, not skittish, or churlish, just so she could see who was behind her. She did tighten the muscles of her long limbs, in case whomever it was, became a threat, but what she was expecting and who she met, were two rapidly different things.

A youth, young male by the looks of him, she lifted her nose to take in the scent, he held buried in his face calico colors. She recognized his scent, had smelled it fleetingly on different areas among this large land. 

She tilted her head and met his yellowed gaze, and quickly looked away, she didn't wish to cause an issue. "Why hello there. I'm Amalia."

She said nothing else, just shifted and settled while she waited for his return voice.