If there is one thing above all others that Sorcha had to chose between - music or stories - she would choose music as her most loved possession. It was not something that could be taken from her nor was it something that was rooted. It could shift and change and flow with the things around her. Every day was new. Every day was different. There was so much in this world that she had to be thankful for and even if she missed her family the pang in her heart was overshadowed by the knowledge that she had found a wonderful place to call home. The crisp winter air that rolled down across the mountainsides and into the foothills left her feeling refreshed. It did not matter to her that the world was cold - each season had it's own beauty.

Her fur had grown long and shaggy over the bitter winter and obsidian hairs intermingled with the tawny fur. Lean muscles carried her between trees in search of a snack for her belly grumbled, not quite seeking complete sustenance but also wishing for something to distract it. The moment Maddox's cry warbles across the air her ears flick back then forward and she pauses. For a moment in time she stands like a statue with only her sides expanding and contracting with her breath as she tastes the song in the air and spins it around in her mind. It is not much of a song, simply one asking for companionship but she finds his voice warming and her own muzzle lifts into the skies and sings a sweet note back telling him that she was coming.

Now that she had a distraction for her eager mind Sorcha does not continue her search for a snack. She eagerly awaited spring when berries would begin to bloom on those bushes at the edge of the river. They were so crisp and sweet and she would fill her belly until it ached with them. Slender paws carry her towards Maddox at a brisk pace. The land seems to bow itself beneath her or maybe she knows the hidden paths of the forest, her body twisting into small spaces and carrying her swiftly until she breaks from the treeline and spies the dark male.

"Hello, caller," she says and her voice is sweet and lilting as she comes to stand before him with a kind smile and eager wave of her tail, the wispy hairs trailing out behind her. "You do not smell from here and yet you wish for a companion today?" Her nose twitches to catch his scent just to make sure before she tilts her head a fraction of an inch in curiosity, her hunter green eyes poised on his red ones.