She heard the call from her post on the far end of the borders; she recognized the voice as Aylu's, one of her trusted Mercenaries. Not wanting to keep him waiting - the tone in his voice seemed slightly urgent, as if he had found something or someone - she made her way to where she had heard his voice.
She began to see who it was at the borders - as she suspected, it was Aylu, with another canine. The other canine seemed to be a young female, with a slight build - she looked weak, as if she had had nothing to eat or drink in a while. She saw that Aylu had given her water to drink from his pouch, from her wet muzzle and his empty water sack, and glanced at him appreciatively.
Skye stepped forward, her slim figure adorned with nothing save for her brown leather belt with her trusted dagger attached. She did not reach for it, however - she could see that the stranger was not a threat, at least not now. She noticed that she smelled faintly of Cour des Miracles.
"Greetings, Aylu," she said, dipping her head to her fellow pack mate. "Who have we here?" she asked, peering down at the young female who now rested on her borders.
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