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The daze of her moment's withdrawal from reality was broken by the clicking din of a nicker not from Apache Outlaw. It wasn't from an equine no less, as her direction instantly snapped to where the sound was discerned. In the view approached a Luperci perched upon her companion, Kaitriona's nose gathering the olfactory details before the rider and equine were in comfortable distance. There was a certain allure of a pack scent attached to her, still faint but more apparent the closer she approached. Feeling her muscles tense beneath her raven fur, Kaitriona didn't make any hasty movement at this stranger, but was physically preparing her adrenaline just in case the female decided to spring a surprise assault upon her.
Apache Outlaw was more relaxed and receptive than Kaitriona in this moment, as his head lifted from quenching his thirst to gaze upon the other equine more than the rider. A beautiful Draft Horse, with a flowing ivory mane and feminine coloring to add to her grace. He only shifted his weight, flapping his limp ebony tail behind him, perhaps in a gesture of welcome (but who knew except the horse whisperers who can determine behavior?), and went right back to drinking more. The advancing female was neighborly at best; offering a greeting and a name. Towering twice over Kaitriona, her facial structure and even some aspects of her stature didn't appear wolf. Kaitriona assumed jackal-like, perhaps coyote even. Slender and nimble, with an Earthy pelt and brilliant spring green eyes. There was a lilt of a Southern twang in her voice, making her seem like the type who was wholesome and warmhearted, though the quiver strapped to her would probably prove otherwise. It was always the quiet ones, the ones who didn't look like a threat, who were the most dangerous.
Noting the fine scars of what looked like claw marks blemishing the pretty female's shoulder, it made the skin and hairs around Kaitriona's own scars next to her clavicle tingle. She nearly reached up to scratch the scars that were reason to her Luperci Verto shifting, but decided to finish filling her flask. Her name was Alyssum, and Kaitriona snapped out of her observant gaze before casting a look to the water briefly, then back to Alyssum. "… Go ahead." Kaitriona replied, her voice a little more on the authoritative edge than welcoming. There was a distance to her voice expressing Kaitriona wasn't as willing to be cordial on this encounter as Alyssum was, but they were both in mutual territory, she couldn't tell Alyssum to go to the next watering site and leave herself and Outlaw in peace.
Hesitant, Kaitriona decided to give her the short version of who she was. "Katri." It was a nickname given to her by one of many brothers, carried into adulthood from adolescent years. Twisting the cap to her flask, she placed it back in her deerskin pack. Her sapphire eyes longed over her quiver, studying the detail. Archery was not in her forte like blades were, but had always interested her nonetheless in their far distant fatality. "Any success lately?" Her voice sounded more tense than she would have liked it, but socialization was not a strong point for the otherwise lone female. Her muzzle motioned to the quiver, referring to hunting. Kaitriona hadn't seen a worthy prize of a prey for miles. The forests here were void of any noble hunt, unless she had been looking in the wrong places.
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