Shadewood fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine

the suspect was quick to reveal himself. he slithered out from the shadows, viscously, confidently. his chest was puffed and he wore a twisted scowl. and he spat threats like it was nothing. what caused this attitude was beyond him. it was baffling and infuriating.  

issun rose. his tail flew over his back and his lips pulled back. don’t speak to me like you own this place, outsider. he closed the distance between them. you better tell me why you’re snooping around our border now.