the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Ray is not the only big cat out in the wilds today. Another creeps through the underbrush, paler and stockier but no less quiet or comfortable in her skin. Amalia's familiarity with her feline form nearly rivals that she feels as a human, and it is with the easy grace of a born leopardess that the Archangel navigates the edges of the riverbank, approaching the roar of the waterfall with cautious, eager steps.
She's paused on the bank when she catches the scent of another felid, her sensitive sense of smell immediately picking up the aroma on the wind. Freezing with a single large paw raised, Amalia turns her head and her ears quickly towards the source. Another cat, darker and larger, and right away the not-Shield reaches out for the Attuned bond, unsure if this is a local denizen or another blessed by the gods. Hello? she calls out mentally, still frozen, as much an animal as human in her response.
She's paused on the bank when she catches the scent of another felid, her sensitive sense of smell immediately picking up the aroma on the wind. Freezing with a single large paw raised, Amalia turns her head and her ears quickly towards the source. Another cat, darker and larger, and right away the not-Shield reaches out for the Attuned bond, unsure if this is a local denizen or another blessed by the gods. Hello? she calls out mentally, still frozen, as much an animal as human in her response.
