Luneshale Pass si una vez

Ximena’s ears swiveled at the sound of the voice, her golden eyes flicking upward to meet his. She straightened slowly, water still clinging to the fur around her muzzle, and took him in—the dark figure standing bold against the shimmering expanse. Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, the kind that held both charm and warning.  

Qué poético, she drawled, her voice light but edged with intrigue. She licked a stray droplet from her lips and tipped her head, as though appraising him. Pero satisfaction, cariño, is not something you’ll find simply standing there.

She stepped closer, her movements smooth, deliberate, like a shadow rolling over the earth. The sunlight danced on her dark coat, and her eyes gleamed with mischief as she regarded him.  

What is it you’re searching for, hmm? Or do you always appear like a ghost to deliver cryptic remarks to strangers? Her tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of sharpness—an unspoken warning that she was not easily toyed with.