A break, if one could call it that, was at last hers to have even if it was to take part in yet another duty warranted by rank. It was not rare they the lands receive visitors, but with such intriguing octaves it was a treat to behold. Her patient task of foraging for greens was temporarily placed on hold once the summoning called reached her ears. The vigilant eye of her companion went out without hesitation, acting as the first line of scrutiny before wolven eyes could behold their guest.
Carried by the chilled winds, he circled the air above the strikingly red female, carefully dipping low to better assess her wares before relaying his information for the approaching she-wolf. The Nomad approached with usual ease, taking care to conserve what energy she had managed to muster for later use. With the days past occurrences her mood had not bettered but for the sake of greeting a stranger she managed to adhere to a neutral composure, no more than an expect expression of delicately raised brows and slightly upturned lips in greeting. Softly, she sang of her welcome whilst lifting her arm to call for her avian guide and have him return to her shoulder again.
She came upon the horse carried pair with mild acknowledgement to their steeds for her attention was better set on the exotic pair themselves. Politely the female inclined her head, reiterating her previously uttered greeting. “Strangers, welcome,” she extended with a voice treading along the octaves of a whisper. “The lands that you near are those of Ichika no Ho-en. Might I ask what brings you to our borders this day?”