Starglow Basin but your arrogance disturbed [m]y solitude

She had the look of a carefully chiseled sculpture, as precious and delicate as The Veiled Virgin and made by the touch of a master’s hand. While there was nothing showy about the hue of her pelt, her modest cape of silver cloaked a beautiful form; she was Lady of the Valley to him. Her beauty effortless, her smile inviting, yet there was no mistaking that she was a woman of influence, one who could hold power easily in the pad of her paw.

She spoke in a romantic language, the sound of her voice enough to make the lovesick swoon. Let us share the pleasure of meeting, then, He said, promising in his mind that revelry could indeed be enjoyed by both. He bowed his head in greeting. What name might I call you? He asked, keen to show her that she came first.