Keeper-
Keeper cannot shake the itch beneath her skin that makes her cross two rivers and walk long miles to come back to a place she’s only been to once. Once, when she met someone of great importance to her despite the fact that they’ve known each other for a few short months. That itch though, might be nothing more than restlessness that drives her forth or it could be the pursuit of purpose… usually Keeper goes off in search of things like mushrooms, moonlight, and secrets.
She looks for neither at the moment, her nose to the leaves in rich burnt colors as she sniffs out a plethora of scents and ew, mice droppings. Keeper jerks her head up with a snort, glad she hadn’t quite inhaled a rodent pellet though she came close to it. Mice were adorable little creatures when not scampering around underfoot in little micely terror, but she also wasn’t keen on smelling their excrement either but it seemed the wee things had been playing in the leaves as of late.
It just so happens that in the aftermath of her blowing hard air out of her nostrils, she happens to look about the field with her glossy black eyes and notice a stallion nearly walk right into a mare. Keeper watches as they begin to engage one another in conversation and she slides a step further towards them, before dropping her nose to the leaves again. The rich reds and oranges began to fly upwards and drift out as she blew into the dry musty piles of them to amuse herself. But the scent of cat caught her attention, she hadn’t noticed it before.
She flings her head up and scouts the field for a moment more than is necessary. Her nostrils flutter and flare, and her head eventually swings back in the stallion and mare’s direction - it’s coming from there, faint and even tolerable enough, she supposes, but one of them has either had a tussle with a cat or… is a shifter. Keeper has heard tell of them but never laid her own eyes upon one. Now her curiosity is sufficiently roused as the dunskin ambles over to the pair of them, buckskin and blue roan.
(His points are a gentler shade of purple than her friend’s rich deep eyes; Magnificent is never far from her thoughts. Keeper might have a girl crush on her.)
“Hello, sorry to interrupt but I smelled a cat and couldn’t help but overhear that you’re both new or newly returned here?” She blathers on with a smile on her face until realizing that she hasn’t introduced herself. Keeper was never the best at manners - she could discern a birch from an aspen or coax a mouse from a hole, but half the time, she just never concerned herself with well, herself. “I’m Keeper,” she murmurs, by way of introduction.
Her nose offers itself to each of them as she blows out breath after breath and breathes them in, instinct knows better than Keeper’s own brain does. In doing so, she can isolate the cat-smell to the stallion and she pins her black gaze on him. “You smell like cat.” It’s not an accusation - just a statement. She doesn’t forget the blue roan though and looks back at her, smiling - just smiling.
not knowing how deep the woods are and lightless