Dressed Like a Daydream

The howl chimed sweetly across the cold air of the mountains, no birds to dilute it's presence- it reached the Apollyon with only the pines standing in the way to buffer the sound. Elias listened carefully, his ears standing tall like towers above his crown as he stirred within the citadel. He had been indulging in well-deserved rest, his muscles still sore from his work though he knew his duties and responsibilities, he would not ignore the call.

Curiosity drove him enough that it seemed to cure his fatigue, for the time being, his paws moving with expert grace as they trekked through the snow and left the dust of it in his wake. He made haste, coming to the stranger who sat respectfully on their borders in as little time as possible. He took note of her gaze first, he'd seen that magenta before.. but couldn't recall from where. He did his best to take in her features quickly, to weigh her in the scales of his mind so that he could best assess how to handle her.

"Say your piece," the demand came with little thought. He wanted to know what business she had sitting on the borders of his home before he offered any notion of hostility or welcome.