Raven's Watch Souärr

She leans into stillness among the high drifts of snow, blue eyes annular in the stranger’s attention, shifting between legs and face and the cedar-tipped tail. They were limbs that could have easily struck out, subdued the weary huntress under a single massive palm. All that strength, and they were folded calmly aside, to lay bare her most vulnerable place, granting trust. Inviting closeness.
Ayovi lathers curious looks, plodding forward on taut feet in a dance of restlessness and fear, the meld of both compelling. Her gaze trails over one paw, nose following it tentatively down into the belly, prising details from the scents she carried. But the one that strikes most is the feldspar gaze.
She rather likes this one.
The huntress licks her lips and bends her legs to play or flee, perhaps both.