[open] It's a long way to the grave; any

[Mazikeen]

m a z i k e e n . The alarm ringing in her ears is what eventually rouses Mazikeen from her sleep. She’s slower to get to her paws than she would be normally, slower to react to the possibility of an invader. Her head feels foggy still from sleep but instinct guides her forward. As a white smilodon she moves and after a few strides she begins to feel more awake, begins to feel the fog of her mind clear as it focuses on this simple task. Figure out who the stranger is. It doesn’t take her very long to find the panther in the woods. For a moment, she thinks it is Atrox - and she pauses, intent on leaving him alone - but the scent is different and this draws her in closer. This is not Firion’s father, not the one she sees with Ryatah. Mazikeen should chase him out for his own good, she knows, but it has been a while since she’s met a new shifter and she cannot help but feel a little curiosity eat away at the rest of the fog in her mind. She even finds a glimmer of a smile as it brightens her orange eyes. “Welcome to Hyaline.” She can’t remember the last time she’s said that - or if she ever has. When there had been visitors during the eclipse had she welcomed them or had she just jumped right to escorting them out? One of her sabre-teeth is chipped, half as long as the other, and she likes to think it makes her a little more intimidating - though it probably just looks a little ridiculous. Right now, she’s not thinking about the fight where it had chipped, or the one who had broken it. Her entire focus is right here, on this stranger, because that's the only thing she can handle. “Can I help you with anything?”

 

@[Ion]