Blackfeather Woods come home late

at the woman's soft question Cassiopeia only nodded, motioning along the border and inviting the woman to walk with her. she was curious, but that did not mean that she ought to stop her task entirely. "who are you?" she asked, knowing well that the unfamiliarity likely went both ways but preferring to know more of strangers than they knew of her. at least, of course, until they were no longer strangers. 

the atramentous woman pushed past a particularly thick conifer, swiveling slightly as to scrape her back against the rough bark, simultaneously scraping a forepaw against a prowling root. all the while her attention remained fixed on the other woman, though her path meandered towards another possible marker.