Celandine went on about her day in the same fashion that she always had, since returning at least. The anticipation in her chest grew with each passing day, as one ear remained trained on the horizons, listening for approaching pawsteps of rowdy children, or Maeve. She hadn't been sure whether the silvery woman would follow or not, having finally found some stability in Torbine, but still the Argyris hoped.
Blood from the hare between her paws nearly masked the telltale scent on the breeze. Her plume-like tail beat hard against the snow, and her crimson-stained muzzle jerked up to taste the air again. She was here!
Without another thought the woman stood. The children weren't with her? She must have had a hell of a time shaking them off.
Offering a yip to let @Maeve know where she was, Celandine flew through the winter-bare trees in search of her companion.