Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

Through the mist she heard a call. Her dark ears pivoted in response before her finely sculpted head followed suit. Almost sphinx like as she lounged, she was slowly able to make out his figure as he drew closer. And oh, was he a looker too. Cloaked in black, and silver with blue eyes to boot. Nearly as colorless as she, save for the rich bloodstain caped over neck and shoulders. Her mercury eyes narrowed, a low, but by no means threatening rumble offered in return to his call. 

She said nothing, completely fixated on him. The stench of the ocean forgotten. She waited a few more beats, while wondering what a lone male like him was doing out here along the coast. It was none of her business, and yet their paths had crossed. He had beckoned her interest and she would not pass up this meeting. With all the movement of calculated predator, Tzila dropped down from her perch. Eyes intense, shoulders slightly hunched and head lowered a fraction, she stalked forward to meet him.

This was how the shadow keeper moved. Especially in first encounters. Deliberate...focused...with an air of mystery that lured the curious in, yet kept all on their toes. With a hair trigger temperament, she had long since learned to manipulate it, opting to favor hostility, neutrality or tolerance the instant she engaged with another. And, to just as quickly, if she wished, to switch gears. 

Today she favored simple, wordless communication. She would let her body language do the talking, at least for now. Behind that intense silver gaze, gleamed calculating intelligence. As she closed the gap, a burst of oceanic spray reminded her of where she was. An eye shifted, the lower lid quivering in distaste. Focus. Flagging her tail inches above her spine in a flash of her self-confidence, she semi circled the rugged traveler, inching her muzzle close (but not too close) for an investigatory sniff towards a dark shoulder.