Koyuki listened to his words with a scowl gracing her delicate features. 'Yeah, just like that. And it's not the first time it has happened to me either. Kind of a long story. But not that excited, I assure you' Lips thinned into a frown, eyes narrowed in confusion. I hadn't heard of such a thing, she muttered to herself, taking a few pensive steps forward over the blush grass.

Her tail swept over her hocks. So, you'd... gone? And returned once again? How curious. Was he of the right mind? A part of her wondered—yet she did not dare ask. Instead, she shifted her ice-blue eyes from the ginger sire towards the brittle foliage underfoot, though not without occasionally glancing at the stranger as though in avid refusal to trust him.

'Well in any case, you don't have to worry about me. I'll be on my way if you so wish.' In truth, she had no preference. Koyuki had yet to see this strip of land as her own—she merely lingered here, lest she starve to death as she'd nearly done so many times before. And, really...

What was important wasn't Yuki's input, was it? It was Fable 's. She turned to look at the sire, lapping her tongue over her nose, lowering her brows yet again. I don't care, if you stay or you go, she said simply, but if you stay, you'd best first discuss with the Matriarch. How she wished to turn away and allow the conversation to end—alas. Distrust kept her gaze glued to him.

Koyuki let out a soft breath, twitching her ear. If you stay, she mused, ...you may as well assist me with these herbs. That was one way to keep him close by.