Dawnlark Plains ☾ déix̲

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Uktark was behind her, this much was now confirmed, but there was another, a black dot on the horizon, and so this time the moondancer made a full turn, tail wagging behind her. It was now that she trotted towards the figure, being intercepted halfway by the presence of the shadowman. With a careful tone, she gestured towards the stranger, and asked Uktark: Do you know him? Cam her voice, carried in a low whisper.
She wanted to return to the scent of the elk. To continue with her hunt, but nonetheless, the woman was curious. The stranger stared as if he knew them. Surely studious, if only she could catch his gaze. She flicked her tail against Uktark's chest and moved to close the distance, offering an echoing chuff so that she may greet the man before closing a gap that she may not have wanted shut in the first place. Wary, though, with the warmth of the man beside her, confident in her swan-like stride. Tail flagging high behind her.
When she was within earshot, she would call a greeting in her native tongue, if only to test the waters. I see you, she spoke. And then, in common, she gave: We come peacefully, should you mean no harm, should you mean no harm carrying the weight of her words. She wore a kind smile upon her face, though something vicious raged behind her eyes. Something looking for an excuse. She kept a respectable space between herself and the stranger.
She did not know, yet, that there was a connection between the one before them and the one beside her. Would soon come to know, surely.