Boartusk Heights shot of your novacaine

Reyna's call dances over the boar mountains and Paloma does not hesitate. She quickly washes her snowy tipped paws of the blood, making sure to be absolutely presentable before coming to her Mistresses presence. 

Now, once more with her Mistress, Paloma is whole again and she looks the part just the same. Her once matted and filthy coat has been made clean, once more holding the ginger vibrance and bright snow glow as it once held. 

Paloma comes with a silent and soft step. In her jaws, a stalk of beautifully deadly belladonna, for her beautifully deadly Mistress. She settles it down before Reyna's footing and bends before her Queen. Your Highness... Though her sharp pale eyes cut towards the little grey man near her. Who the fuck was he to think he could sit so close to such Royalty!?