Deepwood Weald drawn with a team of little atomi

Tulugak by her side, Nyx returned from her hunt with a fresh kill dangling from between her teeth. It wasn't much, but she had managed to kill another plump hare and stored it somewhere where she knew others would look. She surprisingly liked surprising others. Gifts, trinkets, kindness without clear motive. But not to everyone of course. So when the call echoed through the Weald, she went back to being predictable.

She padded towards the border where, upon spotting the older woman, she already knew what she was dealing with. tinted coat, Indigo eyes, dyed pawprint... This was a Melonii alright. It was due to this assumption she was less on guard and approached with the slightest of smiles. Greetings. Nyx said, speckled tail high in the air but her stance quite modest. It was then she looked around, one torn ear and one intact swiveling about atop her head as she waited nearly impatiently for Damien and whoever else had heard the call.