A new darkness

[Ethaethe]

She looks around, frozen eyes looking at the herd. They were pretty, but to her, they gave competition. Her coat blended in with the night. The place smelled of deer, squrierls, hogs, and owls. At least, that's all that Ethaethe could smell. She looked at her claimer. Her icey gaze trying to pierce his fierey one. Fire and ice. Opposites. That meant they would probably clash.