Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

She was regarding him in similar fashion. Handsome—though a fair bit older than she was. Still, she was a woman, now—so did it really matter? Her mouth quirked in a smile, and she shook her head. Not here, she remarked, glancing up the slope of the caldera.

I live. . .lived nearby. Brecheliant. I travel, on and off. But I'm coming back.

It was her journey in a nutshell, but Lilitu didn't want to inundate him quite yet. She instead returned her bright gaze to his and lifted her chin. And you? What's your story?

Average height and weight, but features accentuated by fur darkening to storm-clouds along his muzzle and back. And eyes. . . They were enchanting, so different from her own, a sort of warm, earthy color that made one feel safe. She looked away, now, suddenly demure, knowing that she'd been staring.