Blackfeather Woods hang your head upon my throne

She leans into the hug, kissing her eldest son on his forehead with a gentle swipe of her tongue as she had when he was a young, wriggling pup. He was quickly growing into the visage of the man who she had met near the shore what seemed like so long ago. Vaati, She rumbles back, before their bodies untwined and they both turned to the skull before them. What did you ask?