Porcupine Ridge redbull

And come she did, obviously. Attention seeker. She couldn't exactly just ignore the promise of thrill, sung from the mouth of her intriguing companion.

Moon-bright, the bone whites and light silvers of her fur seemed to reflect its glow, only broken up by the contrast of darker markings from tail tip to the underside of her eyesockets. The split of light and dark, a half-moon, forboding as it was striking.

She too flitted between the shadows and the light before stepping into a patch illuminated by the moons eye on light feet, uncharacteristically graceful as she slipped into view. ::Y'called?:: She spoke, with a tilt of her head, and a playful glimmer in her eye.

And here she had hoped to see some grisly scene, alas, nothing for her eyes to bask in beyond his muscled figure, wrapped in shadow and coal.

She'd take it.