Light a match

The Archer heard the other animal moving downwind while her eyes were turned skyward, taking in the constellations she recognised, and those she did not. The woman held her posture, knowing it would be movement that gave her away, unless the stranger was familiar with this place and knew her shape was one that did not belong here. As it began to climb her perch, she allowed her head to dip down, a sidelong glance determining her companion to be canine, a tooth was revealed to the moonlight, though whether it was in smile or snarl would be difficult to detect in the light of the failing moon. Her huff filled the air before her face with dragons breath, the evening yet cool enough to condense the air that left her lungs. "Hail, Beastie," Her smirk would be heard, if not seen.

"speech".