Hoshor Plains the wind shifts

The call was sudden, a sharp sound that echoed the plains and interrupted her hunt, not that she was catching much anyways. The count rose to shake the dusting of snow from her pelt as she pinpointed the call, it wouldn't take too long for her to reach the two.

Golden eyes quickly scanned over the silver girl, she was skinny and clearly suffering from the sparse prey. You called for my attention? Ira turned her attention now to Soleil expecting some sort of explanation should the stranger not speak up first.