Misty Prowler Spirit

A tan lioness spirit, with a knack for stealth, wanders into your abode via the slightly ajar balcony door, lured by the subtle scent of your late-night snack. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she tiptoes into your living room, her amber eyes reflecting a mix of fear and intrigue. You return to find a silent, statuesque presence observing you from behind the sofa, her lithe form barely visible. With a bowl of milk in hand, you cautiously approach, hoping to coax this majestic creature into a friendlier stance.