He flexed his limbs and feeling an unaccustomed suppleness and power. Glancing around his eyesight strangely acute and the perspective strange.
He moved, his muscles rippling under the sleek black fur, on all fours with cat like grace. A scent reached him, his nostrils flared. He sniffed the air, trying to identify and locate the scent. The scent, more felt, than a smelled, he filled his lungs trying to get it all, his pulse quickening.
She awoke with a start, the sound of a crushed leaf, or a broken twig. She listened, hearing, faintly, breathing, then low a half growl, half purr. She turned to the sound and found herself restrained. Soft silken cords held her limbs tight, without chafing, unnoticed unless she pulled against them.
The air was cool and still, only the slightest of breezes moved the air. The soft, translucent, silks, so fine as to give the impression of a lady wreathed in colored mists. The coolness of the air UN hindered by the mist of silks, gave the sensation of being unclothed. The coolness though noticeable was not enough to mar the smoothness of her soft clear skin.
The ground beneath her was soft and warm, sand cover with layers of carpets and silks, and cushions. She lay the sensuous feel of the warm silks upon which her nearly naked body lay, restrained, in the soft half light of the forest.
