Phantom Hollow They said it changes when the sun goes down

When she sees him move in her direction, she turns her head back around. She hears the soft crunch beneath the beast’s large paws, listening closely as she keeps her swagger at the same speed so he can’t quite close the short distance between them. She swerves into a clearing and circles around to face him. Her tail hangs loosely behind her, swaying slow behind her, and her muscles are all relaxed which allows her to slink a step forward. The quirk of her brow is all she can give him without getting any closer.

“Mmm,” she hums softly, “and look what trouble I've found”