Sawtooth Spire lone star

Distraught over the minimal facts;

No nipple? No shits given. Astraeus groaned and sniffed, agitated he leaped against the bane of winters' squared shoulders and them, hoping perhaps after encouragement, milk would appear to him. It's was unfathomable, how this man intruded on his residence — as if he would not beg with abandon. Truthfully, this was not an affordable mistake, even by the small beggar's distinguished caliber. The lack of gasping room was an issue of itself, the house-warmer could at least provide necessities. 
All he did was prattle with his grim bass tones about nonsense, as if he could understand. His tribulations were his own, and Astraeus' his. If they failed in equal comparison, then the young imp had no business with him. Foolish, really. An opportunity lost on his own behalf, tsk tsk. Less than gracefully, he nipped at his thigh and pounced on his tail, signaling it was his time to take his leave. His presence was stiffling him, damn it.