Shadow Mountain sunflower still grows at night

His dominant display perplexed her more than anything, seeing no reason for him to try and assert dominance over a total stranger in such a neutral interaction. Regardless of his reasoning, she would not submit; Chausiku was now Maloka's High Priestess, and she deserved to be respected regardless of his ignorance. With cool confidence, her own tail raised to curve over her back — notably higher than his — and she stood tall with pride. Her eyes were calm golden pools, but within them was a resoluteness that couldn't be feigned.

She remained wary of this strange man and his unpredictable nature, prepared for him to snap and lunge at her at any moment. But he didn't... not yet, anyway. For now, he settled for answering her question. His accent was as unorthodox as he, but she simply assumed he was a foreigner. Maybe that would explain his demeanor, as well.

Three. One is my sister, Sauda; she looks like me, but her pelt is darker. Johari is an angular woman, tall with long ears and agouti fur. Her fangs stick out from under her lips. Tendaji is a stout cream young man with small ears and a light muzzle, She explained, trying to be concise as possible while listing each one's most notable features. Gods, she missed them...