Swiftcurrent Creek unbeknownst

Clarice was a strange bird. There were no voices, yet, only her wandering feet and her pleased mind.
xxxxxxShe trailed the familiar scent of a familiar face without truly meaning to (such was much of Clarice's day to day doings with tangible, breathing things... meaningless), and when she noted his presence, she grinned and murmured pleasantly, You. It was his dark fur that perhaps made her partial to him, the color of the heart of Sos. But it was the other figure before him that intrigued her more, and she shifted forward. Clarice was not in her typical disarray of blood and gore, but snow-white and seemingly normal. She was quiet, waiting for the strange looking creature to respond to the dark male, not intending to intervene but curious nonetheless.