Lion Head Mesa [m] and i'm always tired, but never of you

She hesitated, her dark eyes lingering on him for several long moments. Kemal, she returned softly when the silence had stretched thin between them. A hesitant step forward brought her closer.

Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure what came next. Instinct urged her nearer, urged her to touch him — but her nerves held her back. Her head canted slightly, tail stilling in the air behind her like a question unspoken. The song of the wilds thrummed in her veins, but even a wild creature knew better than to lurk where she was unwanted.