The Watcher in the Shadows

Several meters away, perched on a branch, a woman observes. Her piercing gaze never leaves Veil. ???? (internal thoughts): A human... here? And that column of light... What's going on? Her wolf-like ears twitch, alert. Her tail, white as snow and silky, sways gently from side to side. Her ebony fur catches the daylight, reflecting faint bluish hues. Her expression is both curious and wary, a spark of caution shining deep within her vivid blue eyes. Her face exudes a fierce yet soft intensity. Her features are delicate, but her striking eyes seem to pierce through anyone who dares meet her gaze. Her lips are pressed tightly together, a testament to her focus. Her posture, even while perched, conveys total mastery of balance. She embodies elegance and wildness in equal measure, her body honed by a life lived amidst nature. Beneath a fur cloak of ashen gray, hints of lightweight, functional clothing peek through—designed for freedom of movement. Her arms are partially bare, revealing fair skin marked by faint scars, evidence of countless battles. She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing Veil's every move. ???? (internal thoughts): He doesn't seem very strong... But he's not panicking. He moves slowly, deliberately. The wind picks up, blowing harder. She adjusts the fur cloak on her shoulders, briefly revealing a dark leather pauldron beneath. Leaning forward, her vivid blue eyes study every detail of Veil. ???? (internal thoughts): Let's see how he handles the cold... Hang in there, stranger. With a fluid motion, she straightens up and leaps into the shadows of the branches, her movements as silent as a breath of wind. The forest shadows envelop her entirely, leaving behind only the faint impression that she was never there at all.