Heron Lake Plateau how doth the little wild boar

Seeing Svalinn's shifts in temperament amused Blondine. She watched through wide eyes as the boy begged for her meal, and although it had technically been meant for him, he'd have to ask a little nicer if he expected anything from Auntie Dee. Uh uh, she cooed, lifting her snout so that the rabbit was out of reach.

After a moment or two, Blondine's neck began to ache so she dropped the rabbit down and placed a firm paw over its head. Ask. Say please.