Redhawk Caldera castle on a cloud

She settled beneath the tree with a look of absolute frustration upon her pointed face, and began to inspect her paws. They were streaky with brown, and even had a few bits of grass and forest debris stuck to them - which she promptly flicked off, with a little motion of one paw, then the next. Dove's face scrunched unhappily as she placed her paws side-by-side once more, but the expression vanished as soon as a voice caught her attention - it was familiar, how odd.

When she turned her head she saw a bulbous red thing approaching her, a thing which seemed disinterested in how foul the weather was. Dove sniffed haughtily at this - personal pride was everything to her - but in her moment of brief bitchiness, she caught something else familiar. A smell. She was on her feet in seconds flat, and chose to ignore the squish of mud between her toes as she approached the stranger. Could it be...?

"Fox?" Her voice brightly chimed, while her tail gave a tiny hopeful wag.