Sheauga had been gathering herbs when the familiar call drifted overhead, which had her own blue jay chittering, her ears turning toward the crow then toward the border. There was no urgency in either bird or chief, only invitation. So she left the little patch of plants where they grew and made her way through the trees at an easy trot.

By the time she emerged from the undergrowth, Nate had already introduced himself. And she came to stand comfortably beside him, leaving the visitor plenty of space. Her posture was relaxed, tail swaying gently behind her; violet eyes settling on the unfamiliar woman with quiet curiosity. Osiyo, she greeted warmly, I'm Sheauga She noticed how the traveler had stopped at the border instead of crossing it. A small kindness, one that spoke well of someone before a word had been exchanged.

You've found Walosi on a beautiful day, she mused, Nokomis settling on her back as her gaze drifted briefly over the wildflowers surrounding them before returning to the stranger.