Arrow Lake Freedom Comes With A Price

It wasn't his call that alerted her, but the changing direction of the wind which brought his scent to her. The male's presence stole her attention rather abruptly, moving her away from the cliff, closing the distance between her and the newcomer. Or perhaps she was the newcomer?

Vystra didn't expect another mountain to pop up in front of her, but there he was in all of his chiseled granite glory. Luckily, his stance was more confident than aggressive. This was what her rosy gaze had deciphered anyways. As if they worked, her cream tinted ears cupped forward in a display of focus. She offered the male a soft croon in goodwill, an invitation to come closer.