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Gwenevere had been caught up in memories and nearly dozing, the shade and the quiet pleasantly boring after the months of too much responsibility and not enough of a break. She could almost remember running through here with her siblings all those years ago. Could almost picture her own children here, their high voices giggling and arguing...

The sharp cry was so perfectly timed that she was startled completely awake, half expecting to see that one of her children had somehow managed to follow her all the way here. Confusion arrested an abortive moment towards leaping to her feet, so she was still frozen in a recline when she realized that the voice belonged to a tall young man backing away from the rusted tractor nearby. She relaxed at that realization, shaking her head wryly. It had been only too believable that one of her little imps had managed to escape Princess' watchful eyes to follow her, but luckily that was not the case.

The young man finally took note of her presence, and greeted her with courtly politeness. Gwen in turn rose gracefully to her paws. Perhaps a touch less gracefully than might have been so not so very long ago, but a very late motherhood and long hours put towards the pack were taking their toll on her, after all. She tipped her head in reply, a faint smile on her muzzle at the gesture. "It is, isn't it? And such polite company to enjoy it with." Her eyes slid past him to the tractor he had recently become acquainted with, and her smile turned gently teasing. "I see you have met with one of the range's more unique features."