Menkhet was all too aware she should head back to Asteraia sooner as opposed to later but she would take the wider path and linger on the fringes of Tavoria before heading towards Glorall. Her range was much wider than the wolves of the common it seemed though for how long she could not say. Asteraia was her home and as heir, her responsibility. For the brief slivers of time her path was her own to direct and roam upon her own leisure. Never pausing in her step the scent that lingered in the area drew her attention. It wasn't a wolf of Tavoria and yet so close to the boarder that her attention was pulled away from her course.
The behemoth ignored the fury of feathers escaping her path, an uncaring glance her only gesture of acknowledgement. It was when she heard the weight of another's body she turned her attention in his direction. These trees were thick and could easily hold her weight. She might not be as nimble and lithe as Cuirass, but she wouldn't be one to fail him and all his training. Whilst her claws were not as sharp as a felines she knew the curves between branches that would give her footing. She would have to make a running start but if he was aware of her presence why should it truly matter, plus she was only interested in a look for now.
The excessive effort had been worth while as she slipped onto a sturdy branch that extended just out of the range of the males perch. Menkhet stretched and laid out on the branch watching as the male paced about a light froth foaming from his lips before he arched his tail and growled. Menkhet's shrill giggled reverberated in the trees around her almost pleased and yet deeply amused.