Sheepeater Cliff soronúmë

Sable ears flickered as he offered a half-hearted ear towards the pale fae's words - eyes locked upon what he deemed to be their best course of action should they seek success.

A nest.

It had fallen from the nook it had once been nestled in and yet still the young pair that had built it seemingly refused to let it go. It was frayed but not b r o k e n. He assumed that if the couple had not yet abandoned it after all it had been through, they certainly would not let some spindly youngster destroy it now.

And so with rumble in his chest, Dagwood set to wreak havoc upon their home, certain they would move to stop him and fall victim to the court's queen.