06-03-2020, 12:58 PM
Serabi
A panther, an animal that would strike fear in any equine...should it have not been a shifter. Although, this boy must be familiar with them. Her actions were not that of a true panther, whe has self control, where a regular panther would have put up a fight.
He questions her, perhaps confused as to who was a shifting in his land...he seems to answer that thought when he asks why she was here. Very good, she mutters in response.
She stands up and shifts back to her horse form, the jet black fur fades to the spotted grey, white and black that all intermingles on her true pelt. Her body adolescent, just as his. I like to travel, no reason beyond that.
She moves closer to the boy, her gaze scanning around the horizon. She takes in the land that she could not in her previous trip. And you? What brings you out here? She does not bother asking about where he was from, the scent of Taiga runs thick on his pelt.
A Woman Of Many Forms
@[Nashua]