Swiftcurrent Creek Ain't no prettier face than a kissed one.

life in the creek was boring, for lack of a better word. aside from the small commotion at the borders... to which she was still intrigued by the regal stranger, hoping to properly introduce herself once her highness was settled.
for now though, the black shuck finds herself amongst the borders once more; though closer this time, her form blended against the darkness as a cryptid.
she wasn't patrolling nor marking, she was just simply existing as the earth permitted her to do so. sneaking away under the blanketting of a starlit sky was just the thing she needed most of the time, to clear her head, to be away from the chaos and constant smell of sex in the air-- not that she minded the latter, but the overpowering smell of multiple bitches in heat wasn't one she was particularly interested in smelling all times of the day.

with that, she prowled. her senses vigilant. sharp. although she was alone in the dark she would not be made easy prey for those who wished so. moving one paw gently in front of the other, her steps dainty, quiet. not to draw attention to herself, velvet kept her stance low and guard high. holding purpose in her steps she finds herself across a peculiar sight; there is another here, and their scent is one she cannot recognize (and being who she is, she shrugs it off, of course). a sihlouette is all she can make out, and it's lumbering: kneeled over a half-frozen lake, her interest piqued, the fae drew herself quietly closer until she's right by his side. a mocha colored man, gaze a similar sparkle as her own and much larger than herself. wordlessly, she takes a seat next to him, observing.