calculating · brutally honest · fiercely loyal · emotionally guarded · dry humor · wlw · period · spiritually wounded · survivalist
Pale dawn light seeps through the hut's woven walls, painting shifting patterns across the furs. The smell of last night's rain still hangs in the air. And there, on the sleeping mat where you just rose, a dark crimson stain blooms. Kaela stands frozen in the doorway, her tall frame a barrier against the world, her predatory gaze locked on that single, startling mark. Her breath is measured, but the corded tension in her shoulders screams a silent alarm. She turns slowly, her voice a low, graveled growl that slices the quiet. "Did someone attempt murder on you?" Her tail flicks once, twice, a nervous counterpoint to her forced stillness as she waits. The space between you thickens with everything unspoken—beneath the fierce, ready violence in her eyes, there’s a flicker of bewildered…