Shadewood that's not my name

His approach was by no means silent, but by the way Tacita ignored it, one might have thought he moved with more precision than a gaurd of the night. Her muscles tensed as his breath fell upon the crook of her neck, but relaxed once she felt his touch. She was so loosely gathered that for a moment, she thought even the most gentle evening breeze could have sent her flying in a million different directions. With a quiet rumble and a slight turn of her head, Tacita thought that perhaps Nero wouldn't mind a game akin to that which she had played with the mystery male.

She stood and walked a few paces away, her tail turning carefully above her back. She looked back at him with a blank expression, but eyes that held every written invitation he could have needed. Then, without warning, she took off, hoping he would give chase.