Hushed Willows Pacific

Exousia traveled the circumference of the mountain range, taking in an overload of scents and memories as she moved. The silvered arrow moved steadily, every day from sunrise to nightfall, until eventually she arrived midday in the midst of placid winter willow grove.

It was a beautiful scene, and the area was well-secluded, but she was not interested in the visible magnificence this territory had to offer. She only hungered; her nose searched singularly for prey.

However, instead of her typical quarry, she came across the markings of a male. Her appetite shifted on the carnal scale, pursuing the owner of said virile cologne out of curiosity for what opportunity could lie ahead. Thus was the life of a finicky dispersal: desperate for association, too discriminating to settle for just anyone.

When she saw him ahead, she maintained a fair distance and called out. Hail, stranger! She studied his expression, the hale lines of his body, the red tail. Is this your fledgling claim?