1/21/2026, 8:06 PM
Even at a distance the clan imposes confidence, but the muradoii hunter from summer is leaping to mind, how his eyes had radiated the same fire; his bearing the same vastness which demanded careful regard if not absolute submission.
He lurches toward her with too much momentum and in turn her paws skid back on the glazed bank, chest hitching with alarm.
“You will come no closer,” streaks over on bared teeth, though each step to follow feels more and more like a desperate act. He is not merely tall but thick through shoulder and chest, a stone monument dragging the river with him. A long coat hangs thick and darkened, plastered to show roughened muscle.
“Who?” The huntress inquires in common-tongue, pulling at his scent in quick, wary breaths.
He lurches toward her with too much momentum and in turn her paws skid back on the glazed bank, chest hitching with alarm.
“You will come no closer,” streaks over on bared teeth, though each step to follow feels more and more like a desperate act. He is not merely tall but thick through shoulder and chest, a stone monument dragging the river with him. A long coat hangs thick and darkened, plastered to show roughened muscle.
“Who?” The huntress inquires in common-tongue, pulling at his scent in quick, wary breaths.
