Look her in the eyes, fix your gaze, move, she follows you with her eyes

Her gaze is fixed, unwavering. Her eyes, deep as a calm lake before the storm, capture you and never let go. There is something timeless in the way she looks, as if she reads more than just contours – as if she sees into your soul.
 Her black and white fur contrasts sharply with the dramatic sky behind her, where heavy clouds roll like an unresolved thought. Every little detail of her face – the careful tilt of her ears, the almost imperceptible twitch at the corners of her mouth – tells a story of loyalty, curiosity and a quiet power.
 She rests calmly, but a spark of alertness lies latent in her body. Her paws, worn by time and experience, are placed confidently on the rough surface of the mountain. Every fiber of her is alive, a smoldering energy behind the apparent calm.
 And even when you turn around, you feel it – her gaze still follows you. Her name was Selma. And in this picture, she lives on, in the eyes that never let go.