A tabby she sits atop a large, flat rock, eyes upturned towards the stars. As you approach, an ear flicks, and her face turns towards you. Amber eyes piercing through you. She levels her gaze on your form, eyes narrowed just so. She speaks with authority, and you feel your fur stand up on end. This is a very commanding presence of a cat you've run into. "Who are you?" She demands to know, and though his voice is calm and even, there's a sort of power to it you can't deny.