Raven's Watch tìvilar

His leonine eyes seize her, that cadence holding amusement like this is his game of chase. The fierce indigo matches glares before turning to present only her back, burring out the silver tail and shaking crystalline glaze from her moon sheathing.
It is Ashēer she thinks of; her family’s laughter on the rosegold westlands. Hills wind-tossed and forests enswathed in evergreen beneath arches of rich blue sky. White mountain streams where the kootsin cross with their calves and ascend the staircase to stars.
East. It is now her only prospect. A hope that her heart could be mantled there. Ayovi pins her ears, refusing grief it's console. She listens for Faust’s question and flicks her tail.
“A place where men are exceptional, and women have standards,” she follows with more confidence than she truly felt. In the distance set between them she flaunts this blatant disregard where his teeth cannot so easily command. The huntress in her dares him to advance while the girl begs for rest.
“Perhaps you should tempt fate elsewhere, lone wolf,” Ayovi exhales, shifting her hips cooly into a lay.