Lavender and seasalt

Abelinda hadn't ventured far nor out of the pack lands but this, this was quite the far way from her home. Oh well, she was the rebellious type when she wanted to be and such was not as often as such had been when Abel had been far younger. A scent caught her interest before too long as the graceful fea waved her way through the many different flowers; it wasn't all that long before those ghostly orbs caught sight of a earthly brown fea. Smelling of of a rogue much like her self this would no doubt be interesting.

A brow rose as the fea proved to show no fear of being so close to the edge, smirking softly the dame silently drew closer until she was but a few yards away. ?Boo.? Putting enough effort into her words to spook the one being so foolish to roll around near the edge of the cliff. Abelinda had little problem with killing one so foolish if she was to scare her self and slide over the edge Abel would merely watch with a smirk.