Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

By the riverside her footsteps slowed to a prancing halt, chin tilted back over her shoulder to lock eyes with her shadow (@Makan). Here the trees thinned and the water whispered — and now the light behind her ametrine eyes darkened to something like hunger. Something that invited him to end his hunt.

Alara swept around to meet the shadow at her back. Around them, the forest fell into gloom, abandoned by the setting sun. She didn't mind it so much; Sea-Snakes were born into the dark, before all else.

And perhaps her shadow would feel more at home among his kin.