Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

she was studying a pile of something indescriminate upon the floor, piled across a bolt of fur, when he stirred.
her name upon his lips drew a momentary spark of surprise through her, followed by a little breath.

he watched her face. she met the gaze without issue, her eyes shockingly clear and cold, although she smiled to him. poised, queen-like.

crowfeather, she answered.

it has been.. some time, since i last visited. my apologies. try as she might to sound sincere about that, she could not. yes, she was much changed.