Stone Circle rainstorm

She watched, kept track of each step he placed. It was easy work for the former Morta. This was what she had grown used to in all her years.

Although when he spun on her, fur to the sky and yellow sabers on display, she also knew what to do then.

Belly sunk towards the earth, tail partially curled beneath her ankles. Pointed ears slicked back to morph with her skull. Eyes wide as a whale's watched his moves even more carefully now.

Everything in her angular body begged to show she was not a threat.

They could co-exist in these silent, venturing moments.