Silver Moraine I didn't want to grow up, not really

She had almost missed the figure gliding through the shadows. Once they were spotted though, Tytus couldn't stop looking. They were tattered with throat scars and a missing ear. They were kind of cute though. Earthy colors cloaked the stranger. Clay, gray, cream. She was staring now and it would be almost obvious is the other turned to catch Tytus' roaming eyes.

She didn't want to be caught gawking, though. Her jaws parted slightly to let a small whuff escape from her. There was no use hiding her presence now.