And unfamiliar call rose over the rock garden. Gray ears pricked toward the sound as Katja caught it, before she slipped to her feet and began to lope toward the border. Unfamiliar, yes, but the voice resembled someone she had met but recently, and it was likely to truly be the viking woman she had come across in the singing caverns. Had she decided to join them after all, or was she simply hoping for the chance to flirt more?
Katja's silver-ticked coat ruffled irritably at the thought, but she continued her swift pace. Regardless of her personal discomfort, Ebony was truly in need of warriors - she did not doubt she would lose more as she forged them into the empire Raisa had intended, for they had learned to enjoy the lazy listlessness of Ebony in recent season and would not appreciate being forced into usefulness or cohesion.
Stopping just over the border from the golden viking, she simply stood there, silver eyes resting on the norseman as her dark ringed tail curled easily at the level of her hocks. Her brow raised questioningly.
