Redtail Rise coffee bar

there is a pinprickle down her spine, that distinct gut feeling of being watched. her steps falter for a moment, a glimpse spared from the neutral territories outside the borders to the shadows within it. a brief flash of movement, there and gone in the time it takes jr to blink once; twice.

the watcher does not stay for long and jr's attention is stolen, at any rate, by the burnished woman who had met her at the borders.

golden gaze reads the intention in lilia's gestures and she offers a soft nod, gesturing with her muzzle; inviting.