A call would ring out, pulling her from her thoughts. Pushing herself to her feet, she would head towards the border. Silver limbs would pull her effortlessly across the plains, the journey taking no more than a few minutes, but she was in no rush so she prolonged it for a few more minutes. Coral pools would rest of the dark figure that stood waiting, her gaze lazily sweeping across his plain pelt. She would bring herself to a halt on her side of the border, about a foot or two between them. "Can I help you?" She would purr. Words dripped like honey off her lips. Thick plume swayed idly at her hocks, her crown lifted slightly above her shoulders as she peered down her nose at the man. Nostrils quivered, inhaling his rogue sent. Winter was around the corner, his life was undoubtedly about to get harder. Did he wish solace in her pack for the time being? If so, he would be terrible disappointed, she was fond of feeding the needy. But rather than make assumptions, she would wait patiently for him to speak.
