Jade Fern Grove pilot

suliya’s ears flicked at the male’s words, her pale gaze steady and assessing as she stood firm, the cool wind threading through her fur. his observation was met with a faint lift of her brow, the edges of her mouth tipping in a smile that was neither warm nor dismissive.

yes, she replied, her voice smooth and measured, carrying a weight of authority that came naturally to her. she studied him for a beat longer, noting the richness of his green eyes and the tension in his frame.

what is it you seek? her words were not unkind, but they carried an edge of curiosity, her tail swaying lightly behind her. the others—his kin, his purpose?—these things might wait. for now, suliya wanted to know what had brought him to this moment, to stand before her with the chill of the wind threading between them.