Don't Forget the White Sails

She had felt the presence of another before he made himself known, her hunter's senses keen and alert as she gracefully traversed the taiga. The brute that spoke emerged from the shadows of a towering rock wall, his form imposing against the dark backdrop. His greeting was met with a usual cool gaze, icy blue eyes flicking to meet his as she stopped in front of him. “I am,” she answered simply, her voice carrying the faintest note of amusement beneath her breath. Rakia offered him a measured, half-sided grin - her tail swaying leisurely behind her. Her sleek fur rippled in the gentle breeze, its shades of silver and white shimmering like moonlight against the blackness of the wall. “Nothing quite like the stunning view a wall has to offer,” she replied smoothly, the corners of her eyes crinkling subtly in amusement at their unusual meeting spot.

"Rakia Perreau"