asha did not disagree. her head tilted ever so slightly in acknowledgment, a quiet smirk playing at her lips, as if to say yes, i see him. but it was not fear she felt. it was calculation.
when the male spoke, her gaze returned to him—assessing. the question hung there between them: who leads here?
asha stepped forward. just one pace. enough to mark herself. the dust curled around her limbs, golden light catching against the curve of her shoulders, the confident set of her jaw.
i do,came her answer, voice firm but unrushed. not a boast. a truth. she stood not just as huntress, but as the voice of fire beneath the grass, the quiet power among those who knew better than to bark too loud.
her chin lifted, tail flicking once at her hocks.