Luneshale Pass You say you're the king

ximena’s golden eyes studied the lone figure ahead, her interest piqued by the commanding presence the stranger carried. she approached with measured steps, her posture relaxed but undeniably confident, the faintest smirk gracing her lips.  

winter’s a cruel muse, she began, her voice smooth and warm against the chill. it starves the land, tests the strongest. but you don’t seem the type to fail, carnal. her words were laced with intrigue, her gaze unwavering.  

she stopped a respectful distance away, tilting her head with a sly smile. hunting alone? brave... or bold? the question hung in the air, her tone teasing yet curious. though, i suppose someone like you doesn’t need company. her eyes flickered with a subtle softness beneath their glint. but if you want it... well, here i am.