Pool of Moonlight

A scent rode on the breeze, and she tipped her muzzle into that wind, ears tipping toward the direction it emanated from as she studied on the smell. A lone male, of similar age to herself. He was a ways off, but the growing strength of the scent told her he was on the approach. That was all she could gather before the angle of the wind shifted, taking the direct thread of scent from her nostrils.

She shifted to her belly, hind legs neatly tucked underneath herself, in a perfect position to propel her body forward into the ravine – a dizzying drop at first glance, but she’d had enough time there to spot several spots she could land on before a bone-jarring or breaking thud to the floor of the ravine.

However, she held still, giving the stranger a chance to prove he wasn’t a threat. After all, the element of surprise was a boon, in fleeing or whipping around to rake her long fangs over an attacker’s throat.

He just about tripped over her, and if he hadn’t put the brakes on at the last moment, he might well have. She hadn’t turned her head toward him when he popped into the scene, apparently unconcerned by his sudden appearance. At his query, she rose smoothly, gave a brief chuckle.

“My healers have told me plainly that I am not ill… If I didn’t trust them so implicitly I might doubt their word.”

She gave the dully glowing coat a shake, sending another one of those clouds of white fur fluttering off on the breeze. She watched it and huffed a sigh before shifting to face the male fully with an easy flick of her bannerlike tail, head cocking as she studied him.

She held herself with a leader’s easy dignity and elegance, head above her shoulders. There was no arrogance in the stance, merely a born authority. Nothing to show the male what storms lay within. The gradated eyes of fathomless sapphire and brilliant sky regarded him steadily, and not unkindly.

“Aside from nigh on tripping over me, what brings you to the west?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think