![[Image: Viv_FablePost.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/Viv_FablePost.gif)
Her ears twitched to follow the sound and her eyes snapped open, her maternal instincts alive and well even with her daughters off doing their own thing for the moment. The cadence of the voice was calm, however, and her initial nerves began to smooth.
Fable searched for the source and landed upon a slender figure gilded by sunlight. Immediately, she did not recognize them, but she scarcely ever met a true "stranger" - it did not take great effort to turn acquaintance into friend.
She had begun to lift to her paws when a second figure appeared, this one carrying the edges of aggravation. The high alert she had discarded returned, but she contained it within her smoothed facade as she approached the duo.
Welcome t'Avon,Fable offered by way of announcing her presence, her willowy limbs carrying her to the others with a deliberately unhurried gait. A smile spread across her muzzle, polite and unperturbed, as she looked from one canine to the other. When her paws came to a rest within a conversational distance, she straightened her frame as she regarded them. Her expression took on the measured and practiced patience of a mother, though it was not unkind.
Is there a problem?
![[Image: Viv_FableFB.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/Viv_FableFB.gif)