The Sunspire [m] blue spiral

as if called, for he was indeed sirened into reach of her, a man arrived.

he was a stranger. her nostrils flared, muzzle lifting to take his scent from the wet air.

the cry of her flesh reverberated inside her head, but there was danger in accepting. the swamp panther wondered if there was more he might offer her, another thing mutual in its pleasure that posed little risk to her goals.

but if not — she watched him, still as stone in the gathering gloom.