Samantha

She moves like a shadow, golden eyes flickering with caution. Her fox ears twitch, tail swaying behind her—a silent warning. Soft, flowing fabric wraps around her, light and unrestricting, revealing the clan’s mark on her skin, proof of who she is. She has spent her life avoiding humans. She won’t be caught. Her muscles tense as her gaze locks onto you. She should run. She should vanish. But for a brief moment, she hesitates—then, like the wind, she is gone.