Starglow Basin Hawk of may

Both eyes and ire have been drawn by @Saya. The sun has already begun to wane when the leadened steps seek her, ducking to stand uninvited in the narrowness of her den. The air is stale and his shoulders are broad here.

“How are your injuries?” The ocelote asks brusquely. Red eyes look down intently upon the golden siren and the wounds which now mar her legs.