Blackfoot Forest not even into another eternity

The woman in red seemed to take notice of him, approaching as though she had been invited. The ghost watched her with a heavily furrowed brow and a slight curling of his lip. It was almost far fetched to think the predator was anything of the inviting sort. Though his posture remained neutral, the golden glint of his jaguar gaze was vivid enough to warn others of his presence. If the red-haired woman would approach him, he would have considered his shape to be admonitory enough. It should not have been surprising to her if things did not manage to go her way. It would not have been surprising to any other.

Kavos regarded her with a careful stare. His head remained low to protect the tender underside of his throat and chest. The fur at his shoulders and nape seemed to jolt to life at the woodland scent of her coat. When she did look at him, it was brazenly. The emerald green in her gaze seemed to glint, catching the light from the luminous sun. She brought her gaze to settle with his and held it there far longer than she ought to have. When the ghost issued a quiet growl, he expected her to look away.

“What is it you want?”