Oh, she was getting close. She could feel it in her bones, the faint hum strengthening with every step.
A smooth yet quick stride she cut through the meadow. Up ahead there was a collection of none evergreen trees. A knowing smirk twisted her dark lips, golden stare looking them over. There were no leaves, but they were the right kind. Long wisps of branches drooping like wild locks of hidden fortresses.
Did he really think he'd gotten away so easily? She would rid him of such thoughts. Make him see she wasn't about to be easily cut from his side, even if she might need to be a thorn in it.
Finally, his scent teased her nostrils, and she greedily pulled it in, easing her into a form of contentment. Assurance even, this was where she belonged. Throwing her muzzle to the sky, she sang a request for the leaders, for him.