Bearclaw Valley the black cat

no problem!

if he is curious of her, he doesn't show it in the same way. where Avicus is physical, Aventus seems more withdrawn, cerebral—at least in this instance. she returns his glance with a piqued expression of her own, having been pushed away from exploring his shadowy frame.

she steps into the light that filters into the den from outside, unwittingly turning her fur to flame. her eyes glint an ever-darkening indigo, a dispassionate, almost reptilian stare.

she is waiting for an opening, and finds it. as soon as Aventus dares to rip his gaze away, she will hurtle toward him, aiming to take his scruff in her mouth and pin him to the cool earth floor.