Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

the scent of her kin wove through the night, crisp and unyielding like frostbitten air. suliya paused in her path, her head tilting slightly as she picked apart the layers of familiarity—ice diver, yes, but there was something else. someone else. she let the thought linger, her sharp gaze cutting through the dim light as her paws carried her closer to the source.

she found him amidst the moor, a silhouette carved against the pale rise of the moon. his presence was deliberate, purposeful. the way he moved spoke of a man who knew the land would bend to his will, and yet suliya was unflinching in her approach.

you carry her scent, she remarked, her voice low, edged with quiet curiosity. there was no accusation in her tone, only the frankness of someone accustomed to speaking plainly. she brushed against the nearest tree, her own movements languid and measured, watching him closely.

what name do you go by, saatsine man? a small smile tugged at her lips, subtle and fleeting.