Wapun Meadow amappo

athalia's tail drags upward and into a slow wag, thumping once, twice, thrice against ancelin's flank. she shuffles forward hesitantly at first before gaining more confidence, stopping as the tracks near a stone. when she looks closely, she can see a beige flyaway hair; the scent upon it is stale, but still traceable. she juts out her nose to point eastward.
ancelin takes a moment to scan over his shoulders, and so the bruingirl mirrors it; head darting quickly over to the left, then the right, and then the left again. she freezes.
there's someone in the distance — hidden largely behind the dewy haze of snowfall, but she can see them. her heart feels as if it is lodged in her throat as she attempts to swallow; she cannot tell if she feels excited or frightened, but she feels the pull to walk toward it.
her guardian, however, would see nothing but the hills beyond.