Nightfall soon approached, and the lands were scattered with a thin layer of snow that ticked the sands white. As much as she’d expressed her desire for spring’s hasty arrival, the scenery that paired with dawn’s bronze light was breathtaking. Izumi’s breathing was soft amidst the cold air, drops of snow landing against pallid fur as she walked along the shores. An aimless path, really, to get her mind off the shortage of prey that plagued their lands. Although it was the sight up ahead gave her destination more meaning.
The large outline of a man she knew all too well, as the image of him infected her mind like a virus as of late. Izumi never imagined to turn a love sick fool at her mature age, yet here she’d been staring longingly at the samurai who rested at the boulder.
She bellowed a soft chuff his way, eyes glued in his direction and waited for him to look her way. A lilac gaze that clawed for his attention….