Amalia
Alright, so not a Natural.
Amalia is not one to leave people suffering, as much as it tickles some deep feral part of her to see the man afraid. As he raises his hand she stops her approach, huffing softly before letting her body shift back into human skin. She is clothed better than him, though not by much, long sleeves and long pants with a red scarf around her neck, her feet still bare and feline in the snow. Leopard fur still covers her hands, warmer than any gloves, and a little can be seen on her neck beneath the scarf, tufting over slightly rounded ears. Her black eyes, too, are a little feline, the better to see in the dusky light.
"Sorry," the baker murmurs into the darkness, taking a step toward the stranger, her hands now raised in turn. "I didn't mean to startle you" Glancing at his largely bare body, the girl raises a brow. "Are you cold?"
Amalia is not one to leave people suffering, as much as it tickles some deep feral part of her to see the man afraid. As he raises his hand she stops her approach, huffing softly before letting her body shift back into human skin. She is clothed better than him, though not by much, long sleeves and long pants with a red scarf around her neck, her feet still bare and feline in the snow. Leopard fur still covers her hands, warmer than any gloves, and a little can be seen on her neck beneath the scarf, tufting over slightly rounded ears. Her black eyes, too, are a little feline, the better to see in the dusky light.
"Sorry," the baker murmurs into the darkness, taking a step toward the stranger, her hands now raised in turn. "I didn't mean to startle you" Glancing at his largely bare body, the girl raises a brow. "Are you cold?"
