Blackfeather Woods [m] Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night

On time, she said.

Not late, she said.

So, when he called her himself, her clock had changed.

Something different happened. To him, she planned to come in time, somewhere throughout the day, yet it had been him who called her?

 

She came. Not excitedly, but she came. Fine then! Legend go to Seth! Still, as she approached, she spotted that shift in scent. This had not been the path he'd taken in the morning. How she knew that? Because she'd tailed behind, kept track of it loosely, and departed to do her own biddings off trail. 

Coming into his line of sight, she offered him the view of her flank, be it on purpose for respect or out of curious caution with a hard smile on her face.