Bramblepoint bide my time

:eyes:

Moonspear, ruled by a Queen.

Annaliese’s eyes flash; interested as if the phantom placed a meal before her. Although she knows little of the packs that dominant the Wilds, the foxfire strives to devour what information she may get.

Alas, she does, of course, know of her own. This woman speaks of Diaspora, of how she once ran—or rather, rested—among them. It smells. Suspicion edging in the sparks of the fox’s fire, she keeps her eyes narrow.

Certainly her absence happened before this destruction, though, if she is unaware of Diaspora laying in wait within the fox’s Hollow.  Why did you leave?

Why bow to this Queen instead of the General, when Diaspora was once your home?