Valoketh with @Zimtpfote hote

The blue-gray tom stood motionless, his piercing blue-yellow gaze unwavering as it met hers. His voice, calm and detached, rolled forth like the echo of a distant storm.
"Thy scent carries the chill of the mountains, yet 'tis touched with a sharpness unfamiliar to me. I would wager thou art of HailClan, though thy presence here puzzles me. Pray tell, what dost thou seek so far from thy frozen peaks?"
He glanced briefly at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, a faint ripple of interest crossing his otherwise impassive face. "These lands lie free of claim, as thou surely knowest. Thy borders, though near, hold no sway here. And so, I see no reason why a stray such as I should not make use of them."
Valoketh’s tone turned colder, a flicker of mockery threading his words. "Winter comes harshly, but I am no fool to its bite. I shall linger only as long as it suits me. Dost thou imagine thyself entitled to question me, clancat, simply because thou art tethered to a notion of ownership?"
He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Valoketh is the name I bear, though 'tis naught but a word to thee, I suspect. And what of thee, brown-cloaked one? Shall I call thee 'paw,' as thy kind would, or dost thou bear a name worthy of remembrance?"
For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Valoketh’s cold gaze remained fixed on her, though within him stirred the faintest whisper of memories—ones he had long since buried. She remembered him of his own kind in the endless lands of his home that have long been forgotten in this world. Only the wind remembered their names and stories. Valoketh was now the only witness, the only cat who still remembers.