Nova Peak ❇ Tavu

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silatuyok turned at the sound of the low woof, soft paws stilling atop a narrow ledge brushed in moss and stone dust. her pale form straightened, posture tucked with natural deference, though there was no fear in her eyes. only gentle surprise, and something warmer—curiosity wrapped in quiet joy.
ah, she hummed, tail sweeping once behind her in greeting. her voice was airy, rounded by the faint lilt of her tongue. you are new, yes?
the scent of evergreen clung to the dark woman, a sharpness like fresh rain on pine needles. her coloring reminded silatuyok of home; of ravens roosting on the bones of trees, sharp-eyed and wise.
i silatuyok. of nishkaw’tep, she said softly. then, with a respectful bow of her head, moon sky.