[ Her movements are startling quick, and she's suddenly at the ready, all four paws planted firmly and her lips drawn back over her teeth, a thunderous snarl from her throat...
...which slowly begins to die, the longer she stares at him, clouded though her gaze is. ]
Re: Kaphore | Old Sabra OC
...which slowly begins to die, the longer she stares at him, clouded though her gaze is. ]