Where Shall We Go Next?

Desponia moved through the grasses, eyes turning towards the sky above her. This was it, she was thoroughly lost. She thought bitterly that it'd be too much if the thing that finally killed her was grass of all things. She just had to go looking for that black and white bastard didn't she? He seemed to have simply disappeared into thin air, which had really only convinced Des to build her walls higher. At least I won't die on my family's lands she thought bitterly, she'd never forgive herself if she let herself pass away any where that her sister, or god forbid, nieces and nephews could do whatever it was that they would do with her corpse. The thought was enough to make her gag. Desponia huffed, wasn't it fall? Shouldn't the grass have been browning and cracking and dying and not being tall enough to make her lose her way?

It left her with little choice, but it wasn't one she relished. Try and find someone else, maybe someone more familiar with this thrice damned overgrown meadow. It took several minutes to isolate a lupine scent, buried as it was under the heady smell of grass. She growled to herself and then put her head down, trying to track it. At least her horns seemed to help her push the grass back as she walked. It was probably less helpful as making her seem friendly when she finally emerged into a sort of pseudo clearing. The woman lifted her gaze to spot a red form still some ways in front of her. The grasses here were shorter, less eager to poke her damn eyes out. "Hey!" She said, harsher than she meant. "I'm uh... Lost. Any chance you know how to get out of here?" Her tone was a little less aggressive this time and she cast her gaze around nervously, though she kept an ear perked for movement from the stranger, never letting her guard down.

"Speech"