Qeya River tight rope

suliya regarded him with an unreadable expression, her pale eyes tracing his frame as if measuring his worth without a single word. a brief flick of her tail, and she dipped her head once—acknowledgment, not quite agreement.

she turned slowly, her movements fluid, before taking a few steps forward. a silent invitation. no words, no unnecessary conversation. if he followed, she would show him what he needed to see. nothing more. nothing less.