Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

Gleaming silver eyes flitted over his frame, lingering on the tightening of muscle beneath dark shoulders. With a sharp flick of her inky tail, she side stepped out of his personal bubble. Tzila, not being the most social of creatures, may not appreciate such a gesture were the tables flipped. She was an adept reader of body language and would heed his cues.

Her curiosity about the male in general sated, with only faint hints of others on his hairs, she felt little need for any further non-verbal communication. With a low, but non-threatening rumble in her throat, she turned away. Not from him, but to face the ocean. She watched the foamy waves lap up against the dull sand, the tiny water droplets spraying into the air. The thought of that salty sea water weighing down her coat, with that god awful smell made her cringe. "I never did like the sea. And yet, here I stand before it..." She said with a huff and a certain irony in her voice.