Inside Out.

Setekh lounged in the shadowed space below a tree. His molten orbs glinting sharply as they swept across the clearing in utter anticipation. He had chosen this spot deliberately, its seclusion a perfect stage for their encounters. His claws traced idle patterns into the soft soil, his thoughts a rhythm all their own.

Time bends so cruelly, stretching like the shadows themselves. he thought to himself. She will come. She always comes.

Setekh stretched out luxuriously, his lean body shifting into an almost feline posture—a stretch so languid it resembled a housecat. His tail swept in an arc behind him, stirring the fallen leaves up into a tizzy. He tilted his head, catching a faint rustle, his ears flicking to capture the sound as he rose slowly.

He shifted his gaze toward the path she would take, his piercing eyes narrowing. Every detail becomes orchestrated—his posture, the angle of his gaze, the stillness of his breath—all calculated to command attention when she arrived.