Ghost Lion Crag hawkmoon

arunik'ra did not take her gaze from the ghoul. in the way a horse might instinctively be wary of a dark hole, arunik'ra was wary of the shadow. it was dark and swallowing and she did not trust it.

her hackles lifted clearly along her back in serrated edges as the male approached. she lifted her tail and chin, the thin line of her rapier teeth visible by a silent lift of her lips. come no closer, her language commanded.