better than living in the light

Navigation -- The Orchard

The smell of fruit was what drew her closer to the lands, though Philly eyed the stuff as she got closer. Sure it looked good, smelled good… but would it taste good? She nosed one of the fallen, overripe apples upon the ground before sinking her teeth in, crunching up a bite. Hmm… not bad, she thought to herself. She wondered if her companion would like the stuff, or if his primary diet of bats was all he felt that he needed. Maybe, she thought to herself, she could bring Ulric here at some point… she was sure her brother would appreciate it.

Philly let her paws lead her deeper into the lands of the Orchard, a dark coated femme catching her attention. She wasn’t sure if the other had noticed her yet -- the wind was in the other female’s favor, however -- and so she paused. Philomena hadn’t had too much trouble thus far, however, and so she let out a soft bark to the other, her ears perking. Thus far she’d been rather lucky with encounters… though not all were friendly, she knew. Would this female be one of the former.. Or a darker soul?