Silverlight Terrace scatter my soul across the floor

She thought she was alone. By herself, comfortable with nothing more than her own presence and the shadows. Tzila smirked to herself. They were the only company she ever needed, on days like these. Alas, her evening was not to be one spent in solitude. A harsh huff from nearby pierced the silence. Turning on a dime, the inky female spun to seek out the source.

His violet stare gave him away first. The blue black of his coat was a match for the night, while hers was but a void, tinted with blood-fire. She stiffened, the folds of skin lining her muzzle crinkling, lips sealed. Locking him with her silver gaze, she wondered how long he had been there. Had he been watching the whole time? Smoothing her expression into something less harsh, Tzila reclined on her haunches. Unmoving, she vocalized flatly. "Can I help you?"