Greatwater Lake at least pretend you didn't want to get caught

oh no thank u uvu

He couldn't help but notice the lackadaisical nature of her stride as she crossed the ice on her way towards him. Any creature his size would be weary of their paws breaking through the ice, sending them crashing into the frigid depths of the lake. That was why Raheerah avoided the surface, adhering to the shore like a dog patient for its prize to float in with the current. She must have been light of foot, agile enough to avoid whatever depressions in the crystalline sheet would promise her death.

Ears twisted backwards, and as she came near him, he assumed his usual stance. Tall, and his head cocked down to stare at the fearless waif that approached. She was of fair size herself, which made it that much more peculiar that she so elegantly danced across the surface of the lake without fear of falling through. But what he found even more interesting was her lack of hesitation in closing the distance between them. Despite the twisting of his skin, the warped and sneered expression that had burned onto his face, she regarded him as a like being. As though he could not bring himself to crush her between his teeth. She was wrong, but he admired her boldness.

Her voice was no more than a breath on the wind. He narrowed his eye further and tilted his head. "Iiiii do not dreaamm." Raheerah rumbled deeply, peering upon her. It had been a long time since he witnessed images in his sleep. Since the day he destroyed one third of the Cleric faction, they were all he could see in the darkness behind his lids. Their faces, and he could hear their screams, and he was haunted as he toiled within his prison. It was all he could do to block them out and never dream again. The man huffed, and tendrils of hot breath came curling from between his teeth, touching his muzzle and reaching into the sky.

Raheerah pondered anything else to say, but could think of nothing. Were the cold not so unforgiving this night, he would have abandoned her in favor of his solitude. But indeed the frost bit at his skin, and he found distraction in the company of this stranger.