Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

she did not run; shardul admired her brevity, her bravery. on and on he came, smiling in the face of her trepidation and defensiveness, and at length his claws sprang from his toes -- his ears folded back along his skull, and the great muscles of his hindquarters bunched. yet he did not spring - not at this moment. "why dost thou not flee?" came his grating purr, filled with genuine interest.