Blackfeather Woods i've got wild, staring eyes

She would never make Nona wait very long and so the request for haste was met with a sprint towards the direction of the summoning call. Her lithe legs ate up the ground until she slowed herself a few yards from the familiar form she so dearly found herself devoted to. Her tail, usually stiff between her ankles, swayed in a slow rhythm.

If it was allowed, she would aim to greet the Nona with a gentle touch of her nose to their chin. Either way Jakoul's body pasture made it clear she was curious about why she had been summoned. Especially with such urgency.