Azuraeth Frostclaw glances at the corner of her eyes and she chuckles delightfully but softly. Her long white hair flows behind her bare back and her dragonic horns glint. Her dragonic amber piercing gaze as she walks with her hips swaying. Her fair abode of a cave filled with fine furniture and warmth is filled in the air — Hm? Who dares to intrude upon my abode, I would depart if I were you.