Taviora. Slowly the silver huntress was beginning to feel more at home in the forest pack. More than simply Dexter's companion. However the latter did not bother her in the least. She rather liked the idea of others thinking of herself in this manner.

But none the less, she had left the rolling hills of the conifer forest this morning with the full intentions of bringing home some prey to share with Zelda. After all, the red and cream queen had welcomed her with such friendliness and openness that Talien felt obliged to repay her even it was such a small token as a rabbit.

The stupid hare had not been hard to find. Lean and shivering amid the deep snowdrifts it had been sheltering half starved beneath the skeletal fingers of a dormant blackberry bush. For her, hunting in winter was easy. With her thick silver white fur and wide pads she was able to displace her weight over the deep snowdrifts so that she for the most part walked on top of the deep drifts instead of sinking deep.

She had been able to sneak up on the rabbit without its acknowledgment until it was too late. Now, she clasp the dead rabbit firmly in her jaws as her proud head raised and her trotting prance belied her excitement.

As she passes through the fields now, her focus on returning to the forests, it hit her.

That scent.

His scent.

Her steps falter as she stops, her brilliant silver blue eyes scanning the landscape as her slim ash dusted muzzle lifts to the oncoming zephyr. Thor.

A part of her called to him, her soul needed to feel his presence, to see that look of pride as it danced in his eyes again.. and yet she was afraid... afraid of the confliction that haunted her. She stands there for a moment, dropping the rabbit onto the snow covered earth before letting a sing song call for him ring from her lips.