Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

Pallas was not humbled by this irate, inflated manatee of a wolf. Her thoughts grew inflammatory, insulting -- but luckily for Osprey, Pallas lacked a certain crucial component in any expert insulter's invective: the art of articulation. Yeah, Pallas was about as articulate as a rock.

Her posture remained unchanged, though she took a step forward assertively. "I was here first, she-cow. Unless you make me, I'm staying." She reinforced, unwilling to abandon her post by the moon-shaped pool. The water was cool and delicious and she liked it and as far as she was concerned, this silver heifer could go drown herself.