Serpent Lake Caza

The shadow moved, drawing the blood color of his eyes. There was a feminine grace to her steps. Each placement of her paw pads against the earth, the sway of her lean figure, and the length of her snout told him that she was beautiful. Though, there were many things that Juárez found beautiful in the opposite sex. 

Hola... the timbre of his voice sounded out to the stranger. Juárez willed her to come closer. He wished to drink in the scents she wore upon her nape and the dark of her cloak. He wished to understand the fragrance she carried.