Little Feather glanced around the trees as Lion darted between them; despite his bulky size the Ewah was incredibly light on his feet. [i]Two scent paths Cub, which one should we follow left or right?[/i] Lion grumbled between breaths. Little Feather chewed her lip indecisively for a moment, she wasn’t entirely sure what scent paths the beast was talking about, she lifted her flute and tapped his left shoulder as he ran. If she’d have spoken the chances were she would have lost her voice to the wind anyway with the speed Lion was travelling at, she inhaled sharply as he tossed in a sharp turn to the left she felt herself lurch to the side though she did a good job at keeping her seat, riding an Ewah wasn’t quite the same as riding a horse but in fairness it wasn’t all that different either. 

Little Feather’s eyes scanned the blurry forest around her as they moved, her ashen hair waved wildly behind her as Lion’s movements seemed to part the air before them. Lion slowed his pace after a few minutes, his ears flickering as he caught the sound of voices close by his breathing caused his entire body to move as he padded forward at a slower pace. “What is it?” Little feather murmured leaning forward so she was lying across his back with her head between his horns. [i]Other students I think[/i] Was Lion’s rumbling response, Little Feather pushed herself back up looking around for somewhere to place her flute, she was regretting not wearing a belt...why had she thought wearing a dress at this school was a good idea? “Go to them hunting is far more interesting with others” She grinned at the Ewah as he looked over his shoulder at her, he grumbled his disapproval but obediently moved off in their direction. 

Finding nowhere to rest her flute Little Feather did the next best thing and promptly shoved the instrument down the front of her dress, reaching over to her right side she pulled her dress up to reveal more of her thigh, more to the point the dagger that she had secured to her leg in case of emergencies. Having opted to leave her tomahawk in her room in a moment of madness this was the best she had to protect herself with...should she need to, pulling her dress up she gripped the hem in her mouth, letting go of Lion now he was moving at a slower pace she reached around to untie the sheath deciding she could probably get away with wearing it around her neck now. Lion’s ears flickered as he heard the familiar voice of Cash questioning another who’s scent the Ewah didn’t recognize, he padded through the trees into the groups view forgetting to warn his rider he had done so. He lifted his head high, trotting after the group if they were still moving or standing next to them if they weren’t he deliberately puffing his chest out and announced his presence with a low grumble. 

Little Feather turned her head slightly blinking in surprise as her eyes fell on the group, she released the hem of her dress, smiling nervously and lifting her hand in greeting. “Hey!” She greeted her smile sliding to that of friendly warmth, the young Lakota recognized at least 3 of the students before her the fourth she was sure she hadn’t encountered before. [i]Ask them if we can join them then[/i] Lion grumbled at her impatiently. “I was just going to, give me a chance” Little Feather murmured in response poking the beast beneath her with the tip of the sheath in her hand. “Room for one more?” She asked hopefully feeling a little unsure as to whether the other second years would remember her or not, her strange ways were bound to be remembered...right? She unfurled the string attached to the knife sheath, pulling it over her head as she awaited an answer she ran her finger over the quill-work decorating the sheath her mother had purposefully put the symbol of a wolf on it...the pathfinder. Realizing her flute was still stuffed down the front of her dress she hastily pulled it out, her cheeks tinting pink beneath her face paint obviously feeling a little embarrassed, she really wasn’t giving out a very competent vibe...still she hoped they’d still give her a chance