Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

Aha!

Someone had spotted her during her dance. She paused with a bit of a dumbfounded look on her face. The male was marbled like winter slush. Browns and whites. His words cut deep even if she did not entirely understand them.

Her form shrunk close to the earth as her tongue swept out to nervously lick her inky lips. Jakoul's tail even gave a few cautious waves before finding shelter beneath her willowy form. Perhaps if she was on her best behavior she could appease the stranger. Whatever they wanted her to do she would do. Anything to make it through another day.