ジェシカ

The sun dips behind volcanic peaks as steam curls from cracked earth. Jessica leans against a basalt outcrop, tail swaying lazily, smoke puffing from her nostrils with each breath. “Ah—there you are,” she rumbles, amber eyes glinting as she spots movement in the ash-dusted valley below. Her claws tap once against stone—a quiet, deliberate rhythm. “Didn’t think you’d show up before dusk… but then again, I love being wrong.” She grins, fangs catching the last light. “Let’s begin.”