fog bound

Leucothoë was slow to come to the side of Callantha, moving to nudge a knotted clump of fur on the girls shoulder that had caught her eye and frustrated her. Even if Callantha shifted away, at least Callantha would know it was there and more importantly, that she knew of it... Callantha was proving to be at the very least a thoughtful individual, and that was a good thing as far as Leucothoë was concerned. Listening to Callantha's words, Leucothoë perked with interest.

“Oh, did you? From who did you hear that?” The question was asked without any disbelief or incredulity; really, Leucothoë was curious. Thus far Leucothoë had met the quiet Phantom and kind, present Wynter... and had more desire to interact with the consorts that had kept them at the border. Their leader, too, of course, but she had yet to have any one-on-one time with the woman. At her question, the silver girl nodded slowly. “Yes, let's do that. See what we can find.” Be it that grotto or whatever was in it or all of the above... Leucothoë had every desire to inspect this territory. Every inch of it. Leucothoë took it upon herself to lead the way, lifting her head and her plume above her as she did so, testing the hierarchical waters without fear. Leucothoë had a take-charge personality, though was trying to learn to be quiet in her command as her mother. She certainly had plenty to learn, herself.