Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

His gaze found her first, a creature whose beauty was both ethereal and perilous, a deadly gleam softened only by a pale coat that shimmered like frost. Blending shades of white and gold framed her with an almost ethereal glow, though her stillness suggested she could strike without warning—a silent tempest poised to cut him down if she willed it.

A grin cracked across his face, shadowed and wild, as he tilted his head, studying her from a respectful distance. Then, he called out, his voice edged with a chilling sharpness.

Señorita, his voice lilted through the shadows, low and arresting, reverberating against the walls of the ravine, is this how you greet your guests?