After having found a (rather reluctant) apprentice to accompany her for some time out, Mirehound was taking advantage of the peace and quiet, blue eyes glowing in the shadows of the forest. Beside her Roanpaw walked stiffly, as if every movement was indictive of how little desire he had to be out here. But at least the verbal complains and strange iterations of 'away' had stopped some time ago. The shadow warrior was rather curious about the massive tom (who stood practically as tall as her now) who was Dawnstar's apprentice. He rarely spoke though, which provided her with an ineffective amount of nothing.
Suddenly the sound of paw steps alerted the shadow warrior to a presence nearby, and sharp eyes turned to spot a flash of fur.
"Come," she ordered Roanpaw, veering off and leaving the overgrown apprentice to huff and puff but follow along. Pushing her way through the dark territory she came upon the sight of Dawnglare - alone. Well, well.
Emerging from the undergrowth, Mirehound fixed the warrior with a cold stare.
"Out for a little walk?" Where were any of the Enforcers? Weren't they suppose to be the ones catching Clanmates out alone? She could neither scent nor see any of them around, so perhaps this situation would be left to her. Roanpaw at her side seemed to mumble something under his breath but she didn't quiet catch what it was, instead watching and waiting for an answer from her Clanmate.
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Faline - since warriors are not suppose to be out alone ]