Qeya River [m] ghosts

the question doesn't settle well over her. blackfell hadn't expected it to.

at her clipped response, the man throws his paws up as if to feign innocence, or defeat, followed by the click of his teeth. nostrils flaring as he scents at the surroundings, searching for anything lingering. coming up empty, he returns to her.

eyes settling on her face, intense as if seeing through her. not judging you, princess. his voice comes like thunder and he moves to lay upon his side, paws tucking into his chest like a lounging cat.

just curious. you said i didn't know anything about you... he trails off, raising brows. enlighten me.