I always make an entrance

Was it boredom? Procrastination? Or maybe - most unlikely of all - she genuinely wanted to pop by for a visit. Nah, that was laughable at best, right? No matter what the reason, Iskra was here, pacing a path about fifty feet from the border while practically oozing indecision. Standing in the thick, sun dried grass a short way from the southern border of the Risen Empire.

This was decidedly not closer to where she ought to be going, but the way Iskra saw it she'd go eventually. When she was ready. Yeah. Right now though she was here, for whatever reason, and found herself lifting her muzzle to howl for Malleus without really thinking. Sinking into the long grass, she'd wait for the mottled man to arrive and unknowingly play into her game of self-distraction that was becoming a dangerous habit.