The gold of her eyes widen and dart about with the catch of hooves crushing hardened snowfall. The dark woman cringes away as she seeks the brace of naked trunks to secure her hind end as she prepares for a confrontation. Was the rumor of the deceased Tarnished false? Did he track her and come to claim his kill? Lobes pin as a animistic savageness takes hold. The dark wings lift as she prepares to flee but when his scent catches the flares nostrils of her gold shined lips does she wait.
The wait as the unknown male approaches is agonizing. It's toll is taken on the limbs of the heavily pregnant mare. Was he a comrade of Tarnished? A mindless crony in which to drive her back? Glistening eyes fall on the sienna form of the tall male. Calleis finds herself quaking ever so slightly as his eyes comb the bulge of her normally svelte form. She dares not move as she locks to his eyes with her own but she listens carefully to the words he speaks.
His name is Killdare...of the Chamber. He follows with the question as to her own calling. Calleis ponders this to determine trickery but if this were a trick then it was too late for her any way. "Calleis of nowhere." This was obviously a lie as to the fact that she is with child. She must be from somewhere but the woman offers up no further information as she remains with her nails rooted to the frozen soil and pressed to the tree and anticipating the dark man's actions like a cornered animal.