Noctisardor Bypass through caverns measureless to man

she is downwind, so it is up to her ears to keep her sharp. unfortunately, the wind is also fairly strong today, with a sharp, autumn whistle. tashkent is not aware of the man until he is almost upon her, and she turns at the muffled sound of pawsteps. her surprised look bleeds slowly into a guileless smile, eyes glittering.

"hello," she croons, not bothering to hide her admiration. he is long and lean, tall, his eyes a pale gold against the silvers of his pelt. fairly young and carries himself like it, too, although there is a strength there that belies any negative qualities. how had this soldier come to find her here?

"have i stumbled upon your home?" tasha asks, affecting slight concern. she looks around her, nostrils flaring as she draws in the scents. no, of course not. but she can play the ditzy damsel, at least for a short while.