Honeyed Pasture If you strip away the myth from the man

She paused mid step, turning to spare the man a glance after he had addressed her. Tzila showed as much interest in him as before, fully prepared to move on in her own endeavors. Fixing him with a cool gaze, a trace of dry humor barely reached her features. "Hm, not quite."

The continuous drizzle was little more than an annoyance this time of year. Come the warmer months, with her dark fur, she would welcome the relief such rains would bring. But a little sprinkling from the skies was hardly enough to keep the lone wanderer cooped up. She had survived through much worse. "I was more so hoping to find some prey out here instead." She smirked, adding. "And you don't exactly qualify."