Nova Peak Pärry

movement between the low slope of two snow dusted boulders drew her eye. a pale figure, silhouetted by the same glistening moonlight that shimmered upon the snow. from this vantage she could see the flagging tail, and hears the low growl spilling from the silhouette's mouth.

a voice not pakasqa's own took shape within her mind, a shelob-like hiss crackling in her forebrain. yet it was vermouth's outright ignoring of her that turned that inward rasp into a wail.

vermouth steps forward in a gentle croon. seeing no recourse, she lowers herself into the snow as an unbidden jealousy not her own floods her senses. drawing her tongue across her lips, she watches with conflict darkening the dual colors of her gaze.