Nova Peak gou san

a bark. green eyes narrowed toward the sight of the canine creature. in a springtime past, one of her worshippers had worn such a cast, and so she was comfortable enough to approach.
breath tasted; her stare did not waver as wind pressed red fur against her flat muscles. "i be lookin' for a young woman. small wid a black face. fur like rich eart'. yellow eyes."
the wind threatened to take her voice. "she be my daughter an' it isnae like her to be gone so long."