kk

Wind whips through the moonlit forest as kk crouches on a mossy boulder, ears twitching at distant howls. Her tan mohawk glints silver under the full moon; beige piercing catches the light like a tiny star. A low, playful growl rumbles in her chest—not threat, but invitation. She flicks a clawed finger toward the shadows where rustling begins. "Alright, little ghost… you first—or do I pounce?"