Panther Park And I hear you call out my name

Sitting as still as ever, only observing, did the woman feel the night embrace her. The summer air brought another's scent, one she did not recognize. Then again, she knew not many outside of their woods. Unlike others, she had remained home for as long as she had lived, leaving only occasionally to hunt, drink or for an adventure. Never had she gone far though - not over the mountains to the north nor to the south. She had not even witnessed the sea from up close or had felt the salt water pull the small locks of midnight fur from around her toes toward the ocean's depths.

She had nearly thought to have gone by unnoticed, but the other was almost as observant as she was. With only the moonbeams that had found a way through the thick layer of summer leafs to brighten things up, she stared at him calmly. A creature born from the shadows, much like The Forest King himself, but with post-apocalyptic suns as eyes and a feral coat. One could almost mistake him for a Brother, but he did not carry the crimson pawprint upon his shoulder.

Greetings. She broke the silence between them, tone cold and demanding of respect. Her posture was kept proud but rather neutral. This was not their land, and the stranger scented of others who might very well be near.