White hair drifting from the wind - from the shop's heat escaping through the entrance behind her as it closed. Brown eyes lost in the orange so fierce that I'm surprised I haven't caught ablaze in its candlelight… but of course they were aimed a little beside me already.
Staring at Ellie with the kind of focus a predator reserves for prey it's about to tear apart. Her usual appearance was also quite disheveled - with hair that looked like she'd been running her hands through it repeatedly.
Red blouse was unbuttoned at the top. Blazer nowhere to be found. My wolf cowered in the back of my mind… because it saw no opportunity or thrill in this version of her. Only something to submit to and pray it's throat was not torn out.
Eventually, the Stonepaw noticed my sudden stillness and turned to follow my gaze. The moment she saw Kyrie Voss looking at her like that, it seemed like every drop of color drained from her face before she whispered…
"...oh shit…"
"Citra."
