The soft song of the wind blew through the trees, reaching to the Russian's ears, whispering secrets to her. The wolfess had listened to the serenade for a moment or two, but soon tuned out as she walked along the trees, gently tugging the reigns of Dmitrii if he had been lagging behind. The dark cloak on her shoulders obscured most of her figure, save her face, arms, and part of her legs, and green eyes were shining brightly on a gray face. Vladislava turned her attention to the treetops, watching the birds flutter from branch to branch, and also saw a larger bird higher up, more than likely farther up than the trees themselves, but paid it no mind. Birds such as that one were common folk, after all.
The Russian heir looked over at her Clydesdale companion, and heard a snort escape his nose. She didn't bother questioning him about it, because not only would she not recieve an answer—she didn't know anything about low speech—but it would cause more noise than necessary. She didn't particularly want her presence to be made public unless she saw fit for such an occasion, and a casual walk through the woods wasn't worth it, at least in her mind. She figured many others would feel the same and instead embrace the wood's silent harmony, for not even the world's most incredible piece of music compare to soundlessness. It could, however, easily break right through it and ruin what silence had been there, but Vlad would rather not think about that at the current moment.
Perhaps she had thought too soon, though, as almost immediately after she mused over this, she heard sounds cracking the silence just north of her. She turned her eyes to look in said direction, ears twitching and nose sniffing to pick up the individual's location, and soon concluded it was a female canine some ways ahead. This made Vlad curious—who was this woman calling for? Perhaps the Kalashnikov heiress could assist her in finding whom she was calling for. Or, perhaps, she could befriend her. She did happen to be in need of a few peers other than Dmitrii, after all...
A dark leg swung over the sadle on the horse and matching arms soon snapped at the reigns, causing the horse to trot off at fast, but not overly furious pace. Her hooded cloak flapped around in the wind, as well as her mane, but Vladislava ignored it. Instead she narrowed her eyes on the figure coming into her field of vision, and pulled slightly at Dmitrii's ropes to slow him just a bit. As she drew nearer and nearer to the fall-colored woman, she gradually slowed her horse, until he came into a complete stop yards away from the new female. Vlad was careful to keep her distsnce should she turn out to be not so friendly, but close enough where they could engage in conversation. "Алло," she greeted pleasantly, her native tongue involuntarily seeping into her speech, "Are you looking for someone? Would you like any help? Perhaps I could lend a hand." She worded her language carefully, to where it wouldn't cause alarm but would show her Vlad was willing to help out. She was, after all, a servant at heart, and fixing and helping others was what she did.
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