Hibernation Point pardesi, pardesi, jaana nahin

if he was a more suspicious man, he'd think a skeleton approached him, her head stark white against a black pelt. but it was only a fanciful mind that made her so, and when she came into view, he saw her for what she was—a woman, albeit with a unique appearance and visage.

aditya smiled, dipping his head to invite her closer. good day, he offered briefly, giving her a once-over. not much younger than he was, though life had treated her relatively kind. but he saw it in the small, silver hairs along her muzzle, the way she walked.

yes, he knew. he knew the look of one who'd lived long and traveled far.

you live here? aditya asked, raising his brows and lifting himself to his paws. he shook out the dust, resisting the urge to vainly preen at his fur. too old for that nonsense.