Dragoncrest Cliffs if you can't feel me?

in no mood to humor interlopers, sobeille was upon the stranger in an instant.

two things stayed the reckless impulse to drive fang into her; the first was most assuredly that she was female.

the second was the familiar scent emanating from the huntress' rich pelt. even then, it did little to foster goodwill in sapphique's emerald.

you be treadin' too close to sapphique for comfort, friend. the hard glint of her gaze suggested 'friend' might not have its usual connotation.

sobeille's tail arced as she approached. state your name an' purpose.