Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

Her praise washed over Leshen, welcome though unfamiliar. He was glad she recognized him for the great predator he was, but it also let him know that she would not be deceived by any beguiling. There would be no impersonating harmlessness around her, and she made this known by not coming any closer.

Leshen tilted his head at her question, contemplative in the growing dark. He stalked forward, coming as near as she would allow, and his tail lifted, waving slowly back and forth, back and forth. He licked his chops, appearing eager. Yes.

He was always hungry.