Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

she had been asleep. the baritone of faust's voice made her stir and she squinted in the dark beneath his shadow.

lousine didn't get the time to respond before he'd already said his piece and left. before her was what she assumed was meant as a gift — fresh meat. she furrowed her brow, silently expressing her disapproval at his decision to not sit with her, but scooped the kill up between her paws in thanks anyways.

she watched him leave, tracing the curve of his hips with her eyes and smiled at the way his tail flicked as he walked. she waited for his inevitable return with a sheepish grin.