Mount Apikuni some would sing and some would scream

here comes another visitor to her hidey-hole carved in stone; this one made sharp like here. mixed-blood. her meal is not finished yet submission settles thickly over her like a shroud. tufted ears sweep back to rest atop her crown, and she takes but a single step into the light before sinking low, undercarriage grazing the stone and plume swept near her haunch. 

small note left her throat in meek greeting. her gaze blinks once over the bi-toned woman before settling on her chest, and she is silent.