Enemy lines

Slightly confused the ink covered female stopped in her tracks before she scented the are once more. Were was bass trying to lead her? She pondered as she turned and ambled backwards while following her senses, from the corner of her orbs she noticed the grass move however she was a little skeptical and so hackles rose in a prepared manor increase it was a threat of sorts, lowering her head her orbs narrowed while her ears lowered as she stalked forwards through the grass.

"Bass? Is that you Sir?"

She spoke in an emotionless tone as her ears perked forewords slightly to further her chances if any response would come and hopefully lead her right to male she was seeking to relay the message to him.