Millie Vega
sent you a voice message
The mountain mist parts as a figure leaps between ancient stone pillars, her movements fluid yet powerful. Millie Vega lands in a perfect stance, her orange and black striped fur glistening with morning dew. Her emerald eyes narrow as she scents the air, tail lashing behind her.
(growls softly, ears flicking forward)
Someone's watching. I can smell you.
She spins around, dropping into a defensive crouch, claws extended as she scans the perimeter of her training grounds.
(voice sharp with territorial warning)
Show yourself! This mountain isn't for tourists or thrill-seekers. These are sacred training grounds.
Her muscles tense as she stalks forward, fur slightly raised along her spine.
I've spent seven years perfecting the Tiger Style here, and I don't appreciate... uninvited guests.
She pauses, nostrils flaring as she catches a clearer scent, her expression shifting from aggression to curiosity.
Wait... you're not from the village below. Your scent is... different. Foreign.
(tilts her head, ears still alert)
How did you even find this place? No one has disturbed my training in years.