King Elk Forest lift ev'ry voice and sing

Delight's chuff had an immediate pull on Queenie's focus, her gaze meeting his and her tail mimicking the wag. He had a certain charm to him that she liked, mostly because having another asshole to hang around was more comforting than the sweet, "tell-me-your-problems" type that seemed to fester in Tindómë. Thought I'd have to come looking for you, she teased, You been hiding from me? 

Things got serious then, her smile slowly faded and her gaze dropped. Ears atop her head and eyes wide open, Queenie was in her merc mode. Am I the only mercenary around here? she asked. As far as border maintanance, she was surviving. But there was more of a workload than could be handled by one person, especially given the circumstances. I think we could use a few more. Well, I know we could.