Silver Moraine the right clothes and the right appearance

sivaak’s gaze followed the star watcher’s bold leap to the flat rock, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly. there was an air of impatience about the muradoii woman, but she made no sound, no comment, her scarred frame still as she observed yuralria’s declaration.

we go, an expectant grunt.

and they go. her paws break the crust of snow as she descended the moraine. sivaak did not coddle, but neither did she discourage.