Two Rivers Isle Sandpiper

Listening to the dark dame speak her words enlightened him from the inside out; his ears twitching eagerly and his tail beginning to thump rhythmically upon the dusty ground. Though her speech did nothing to quell the constant pangs of hunger that were slowly starting to dominate his slight frame and he wondered when, if he ever would, be able to once again have a proper meal. "I plan on staying." He was surprised to find that he truly did mean it, no need to feed the Queen any false belief. Not that her sly gaze would fall for it if he did form the veil. A twitch of amusement tugged at the corners of his maw and h slid into a playful bow, lunging his head forward in an attempt to gently tackle the pup off of Malice's leg. It certainly reminded him of Bluegrass and, should the Royal keep to her word, perhapse their growing band would be able to rise and conquer, becoming a magnificent empire like they had once been.