Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

Flicker quickened her pace a bit, keeping ahead of her shadow. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of another look. 

She heard the scrape on nails against rock and stopped, turning to face her follower fully with neutral posture. The dark woman looked as if she owned this land. She drew up with question in her eyes before it seeped from her maw. So, she did own this land. 

“I apologise if I’m intruding. I have come to see the view,” her tail wavered to emphasise her truth. She was yet to find the legacy of Blackfeather. “I am just passing,” her voice lowered to breezy tones brushing across sand, “I’m not here to harm if that is what you think.” To prove her point, her tail started to lower submissively, but by no means did the rest of her looked weak, for she kept facing the woman, waiting.

She had to play this right, keep herself in good graces and get off the other side in one piece.