Blacktail Deer Plateau baby bear

The wind blows a familiar scent over and Raid's nostrils flares as she inhales softly, savouring the cool winter taste on her tongue...and, oh, someone's here. It's familiar and it takes her less than a second to realise it's Grayday. As if on cue, his voice rings out through the air just as he falls in step beside her. "Grayday, hi," the girl greets in return, swinging her head over to his direction as amber eyes search his face - there's something like concern in his expression and Raid's heart seizes for a moment. Does he know anything? She forces suspicion and worry down, stamping the spark out and instead, tugs the corner of her lips upwards in the shadow of a smile.

"I'm just going for a patrol," Raid answers, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Morningside is a hunting pack, she knows, and she shouldn't feel guilty for patrolling because any decent pack needs a good guardian and anyway, she's going hunting afterwards so there's that, but she can't help but think that she isn't enough for Morningside. Not yet. Truthfully, Raid has yet to think of her official trades yet - she's kind of mixed about the whole thing and her lack of memories...it's a bit of a problem.