Dawnlark Plains Meat-Cute

"Curiosity, I suppose." She replied, rolling her shoulder.
"I was never a huge fan of staying in the same place for long — born a traveler, I suppose." She reared over onto her hind legs to climb atop the log lying in their path. 

"My mother always insisted on me staying. Learning their ways.. but we had separated views. Always knew there was more to life than whatever that was." She slid down onto a lower branch, leaping off and sticking a clean landing. Her head cocked over her shoulder to look up at Leto — who wasn’t far behind, as she waited.

"So I left." She huffed.

She turnt around, snagging a piece of bark out of her fur. Her attention drawing back up towards her companion afterwards. "And you? What brings you here?" She tilted her head. "What’s your story?"