Neverwinter Forest -- ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ

She turned her head to the other female. God, she was gorgeous. Even through Miyako's own beauty, she was hyper-aware of other women's appeal, and this one stood above others. Black pelt gleaming in the thin moonlight streaming through the trees, her blue eyes twin lights in the dark.

Feeling just a tiny bit self-conscious, she replied, "Nothing in particular. I was just on a hunt, and now I am exploring the forest." Lifting her nose and drawing in scent, she looked at the male. "You're alone," she told herself more than him, and then shifted her gaze to the female, "and you're a member of a pack. What are you doing out by yourself at night?"

She stepped forward, into the clearing, placing herself not quite directly, but slightly, in between the two. "My name is Miyako," she labeled herself, with a smirk. She looked back and forth between the two, trying to draw their names from their lips. "I've been looking for friends here. Acquaintances, even."