Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

Pallas bent her spine, a warm flush of urine trickling from her hunched form onto the flat stone below. Gingerly she lifted her paws as the pool spread, and with a scoot tried to sit exactly where Osprey had been moments prior. She kept an eye out for the trickling spread of the puddle of her own making: it was a small, childish victory, but a victory she could claim as her own. Osprey continued to speak and Pallas regarded her silently, an asinine grin spread across her features as she gloated. #Winning #ByeFelicia