Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

he is larger than her, but thin enough. he could very well force his way inside the nook if he so wished; likely tramping her in the process. his smooth step away have her glassy eyes narrow as shadow turns to fading light. he steps back once more; it a moment before she understands. she rises upon half-bent limbs and once more unfurls, this time onto the openness of the ledge. 

he has not spoken and nor will she, sharpness of gaze, like shattered glass, stark against the soft down of her pelt, the innate submission. they do not meet his toxic citrine optics, yet flick over them once in curiosity not quite beaten down by her display.