Shimmering Sands like cracks in our bones

Kalika's youthful frame remained willowy and lithe against the soft light, for she was ready to begin her dance of intrigue. Do you have a name? she purred, allowing herself to take one step forward for each he took back. Her tail swished behind her in both warning and invitation, so as to create a sense of mystery about herself. There are no packs here. Only me. Yes, she was only a yearling (and barely so), but Kalika prided herself on her seductive charm, regardless of the harm she put herself in to use it.