The Hunter's Moon

He waited until she came to- pulling herself up from the ground, boring that deep, sapphire gaze into his skin. Oh, was she mad at his intrusion? He couldn’t help but smile- lips pulling back into an uncanny smirk, as his eyes trailed the curvature of her youthful body. Even now, she was a beauty- wrapped in an ethereal blanket of mist, as if it would devour her at a moments notice. “Nothing in particular,”  He begins, shifting his weight to lean harder against the ancient stone. “Though, I have a feeling  you might be needing this, in the near future.” In a single fluid motion, Rhazien lifts a paw and shuffles it beneath his grizzly bear coat- taking longer than needed, only to pique her interest. Finally, he pulls out the dagger he’d taken from her- the steel of the blade shimmering in the reddened moonlight of the Hunters moon.

"Rhazien Saxe"