Semuan-Ya found herself in the open, something she was very distrusting of. It was dark, and her colouring was a like a bright beacon to announce her presence in the vicinity. It riled the strategist in her. She knew that she wasn't the best in other situations, but strategy she valued. It was a good asset rather than otherwise.
Emotions were messy, but only some were necessary. Love was one of the unnecessary ones, fondness could be understood. But love? She shook her head at the repulsive thought.
Back to the matter at hand, she had followed some prey into the area and she found herself in the open. Standing there, considering her options. Should she continue to pursue and stalk her small quarry or err on the side of strategy and find something less in the open?
Semuan-Ya's scales glinted in the moonlight as she crept forward.
