and wild plum trees in tremulous white

It was a pity - a shame, a crime - that the male's eyes should have failed him already, before giving him the chance to look on the delicate creature before him. She was everything that attracted him - dark and lithe. Exotic and graceful. Slight and sweet-tempered. In the moments before his mind caught up with him, she was all of them. Amber, Akuti, and even the dark stranger that'd fled his presence so many moons ago. (If he'd know that her name was 'Asterr', he would have laughed at his own predictability. Dark pelts, bright eyes, and even names that start with 'A', made all the more common by Adeline, who was notably different than what he'd come to consider his 'type'.)

But by the shape of her, and by the strange, breezy scent, he knew that she was none of them.

For a moment, he simply stared at the strange apparition, his nostrils flaring as he took in what his nose could tell him. She did not smell lonely, but whatever fellows she had, she'd left them far behind. Grayday considered her a moment longer before allowing his tail to thump the ground. He remained resting in his sphinx-like sprawl, not wanting to startle what he took to be a very flighty creature.