Hoshor Plains Ntropí

she slowed as she rounded upon the man no older than herself, a chilled whistle sent from her lips to catch his attention on a barbed hook. "i did not accuse you of such," she voiced as her paws came to a planted stop a few paces off from where the stranger stood.

he was a wiry thing, muscles strewn through a slender figure that suggested the lankiness of him was simply inherited rather than a lack of capability. no scent that marked a claim to him, no stories she could pick from the fibers of his coat.

she followed the stormy sea of his gaze to as far as her neck would crane without turning away completely. "something of interest to you in there?" she questioned with a puff of air.