Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

Pallas watched the small puddle, keeping it in the corner of her eyes as she shifted. With a grunt she lifted a leg and started to lick her thigh contently, the asinine and smug smirk still plain as day across her muzzle. Osprey's insistent chirping was met only with a flick of her ear, for unlike Osprey, Pallas lacked the ingenuity and drive required for diatribe. She rose stiffly with her tail heightened, and with one last smug sneer slipped into the watery pool that Osprey had fell in prior.