The pastel apprentice flinched when she saw movement at the corner of her eye - a flash of warm colors splashed with black and white had bounded out of the Scout's cabin. Locke took a step back into her den, before catching a familiar scent. Oh, it's Evra! Locke thought to herself in excitement, and bounded out of the Apprentice's room. Her small paws paddled over to the senior scout, head dipping as she swam close to him. The others always wondered why Locke was so curious about Evra, the 'Grump' that they whisper behind his back. Locke can testify to this, but it only made her all the more eager to bug him with her company.
"Evra! Good morning, Evra," she mewed, skipping her formalities towards the calico serval. "Where are you going? Can we go out? Will you take me out for patrolling?"