Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

It is indeed dark and cold as Pandora lingers around the valley in the dim hours of night. Foreboding and gloomy to most, but Pandora is indifferent to things such as this. She’s used to being alone most of the time, unless she’s found a poor man to bother and mess with.

Still, she finds herself meandering around the dark fog of Bearclaw Valley. Her form blends in with the snow, but the pale light of the hardly there moon makes her form seem almost ethereal in the sickly light. Especially as she stalks up to the edge of the place a young girl seems to be being held. Her head tilts and her full tail swishes  elegantly high in the air. 

“Well, hello there,” Pandora would chime smoothly. Her voice isn’t the deepest, but it is smooth and silky. “And what are you doing down there all by yourself, little one?” A mischievous smile would come to her lips as her wine red eyes gleam in the low light the moon provides them.