Subterrain

All around her, the air is cool and thick with the smell of moisture and earth, mingled with faint undertones of sea salt and moss. In a sense, it reminded her of home- the rocky inlet that met the Northern sea in The Polar Sound, surrounded by a lush, flourishing pine forest. Oh? Her nostrils flare as a new scent tickles her senses. The musky, alluring smell of a male feline. Azoula pauses, her whiskers twitching as she continues to gather information, testing the environment. She couldn’t see him yet, couldn’t hear him either- but that overpowering smell- it meant he was nearby.

A low, rumbling greeting resonates off the walls of the passage, and Azoula slowly twists in place, turning to face him. She’s not sure what to expect- certainly not a massive, powerful, handsome male lion. “My, what do we have here?” She purrs, reciprocating his honey-sweet tones, as her eyes trail across every inch of his well-defined frame. He seemed competent enough- if they encountered danger, surely the two of them could fight their way out of it. Being felines and all. And so, Azoula decides to accept his company.

Cocking a brow, the tigress starts to turn from the male, intent on moving deeper into the tunnels. “You may join me.” With a flick of her tail, she motions for him to follow her.

"Azoula Davati"