Moonspear a cheer to the champion

all is good!

She would not think a spawn of the Queen would be shy, Desdemona's perception of his length made her think as such, "Hello Osiris." Her tongue rolled out in a pant, but greeted the young one stoicly, but didn't unwelcome him to her workout.

Before her a tree stood tall, but claws was amongst it as her inner stress seemed to be lashed out toward it. Headbutting, biting, clawing.. What could be done, besides so.