The girl moved along, oblivious to the territorial eyes watching her every move. Each step she took held a delicate, fluid sort of grace that seemed to come naturally to her people. Her footfalls were quiet, almost inaudible above the soft patter of rainfall and the tip of her long white tail peaked out beneath the bottom of her cloak, swishing softly from side to side.<br/><br/>The stalking minotaur caught only brief glimpses of her body when the gray cloak was blown back by a light breeze. Her long, shapely legs were clad only in a pair of stockings and sturdy, knee-high leather boots. A short skirt encircled her hips, hugging her body tightly, but slits up the sides to allowed for complete freedom of movement. She wore a black top, similarly designed for maximum mobility, that hugged her buxom chest tightly. With each quick step she took there was a gentle bounce to her breasts, and a natural swing to her hips that seemed at odds with the innocent, guileless look on her face.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment near the center of the grove, pulling her hood farther over her head as she took off her glasses to clean the raindrops from the lenses.