Honeyed Pasture lavender and lemon

"Hey!" He is brought to a stop, masked head turning to gaze upon the imposing figure of her. Had she not been so friendly he perhaps would have veered on the course of caution. Yet with a simple request and a friendly face, his tail gave a few small waves behind him. Sure. He called back out with confirmation, threatening to crack his hoarse voice.

If she did not move closer, he would aim to close some of the distance between them. He did not desire to lose his voice from hollering through the fields nor did she seem like a threat. In fact she seemed like the opposite — a friend to be perhaps. Are you looking for something? Although the question is specific, he had a more broad inquiry in mind. What was her purpose for being out here?