Wapun Meadow the bicameral mind

Metrona had smelled Stigmata before she had heard him, and had anticipated his bidding. She turned slowly at the sound of the sovereign's request, her tail lifting and her ears pushing forward as she observed him; the herd would go neglected, for now. 

"Yes?" Metrona asked coyly, her gaze trailing  Stigmata's every curve.  Liking what she saw, Metrona flirtatiously trifled forward a step. "Can I help you?" her tail swept upon her gunmetal back.