Luneshale Pass --the overture--

Akhtar had never met a feline in person. He knew their faces, of course, had heard tales of them, but he had never expected to find one.

Especially not so far out here. The saluki tucked one paw over the other, tipping his head to the side to regard the black feline across the way from his rocky seat.

You’re a long way away from where I would expect. A lazy blink of brown eyes.

Any further and you might walk into someone’s teeth, little Bast. Many hungry mouths would salivate over a bite like you.