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The quiver fitted easily between the woman's shoulder blades as she slipped the strap over her chest. With the movement, the arrows made very little rattling, which pleased her greatly. She had not been this well stocked for a good couple of months, and to be full to the brim gave her great comfort. It also helped that now the last days of summer was upon the warriors. While prey was plentiful all year round, the pickings were ripest during this dying season, and she wanted to fill her pack's supplies with the last of the summer's bounty.
After making sure things around the fort were situated and that all her daily duties were completed, she released the awaiting mare from the stall, and no less than a minute she was thundering through the trees. Antebellum was rather indifferent to the change of the air, but the horse nevertheless also felt energized by the slight chill the normally warm breeze took. It was not until the mare slowed did they take notice that they passed over the borders, but it mattered little to either. Prey sometimes seemed less suspecting when in the free lands. Alyssum clucked her tongue once, and the horse moved forward, her tred light and as quiet as it could be.
A hour passed, and she had shot herself a squirrel and a sorry looking fowl. While its plummage was matted and at some parts completely bald, it did not reek of disease, and decided to keep it. Meat was meat, and she wasn't feeding her pack with looks. She tied her hunt to the bags that adorned Antebellum, and nudged her again to continue on. She lowered her bow as she saw the familiar opening in the distance, and decided that it was time to allow the mare to have a break; a huff of protest escaped the creature's loose lips for a moment, but she soon complied with the woman as they exited the trees.
The horse stopped abruptedly and stared at the figures that lingered close by, one of each of their species. Alyssum watched as well, but urged Antebellum forward anyway. With the area so opened, it would be hard to now pass by without disturbing the wolf, and it also perked the Luna's interest that there was someone close to the territory. Not too close to raise suspicion, no, but mild curiosity that demanded her attention. She nickered her horse towards the two slowly, the verbal remark loud enough to be heard by the others. She did not want to surprise them at a close distance, seeing the medal strapped on the female's back glare off the sun.
"Greetings." She spoke casually once the distance was not as quite far between them. "I hope you do not mind I freshen myself here as well." Antebellum, who could act like she cared less, bent over to the nearest available water and drunk, though kept looking at the stranges from the corners of her eyes. The coywolf slipped off of the steed and kneeled near the water, and began to splash some of the coolness on her hands and arms, all the while watching the other with a friendly gaze. "Name's Alyssum."
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