Haunted Wood The Vanishing

As told and would be told again, Rosina truly and honestly was very good with pups - understanding them, speaking with them, teaching them and gaining their trust just as well as helping to rear them as a wet nurse. So many times before she had cared for children, though unsettlingly none of her own  (given the fact that she failed to birth any live children) and yet still, despite all this, equally enjoyed bathing in children as well. And I do not mean a puppy pile either. 

She listened to the boy intensely and though her bright blues locked to him, they searched in her peripherals for any oncoming members. Son of the very first hu? So your not only a prince, but an heir! Do you know this meaning dear, an "heir"? She pauses but a moment to hear him out and then, It means at your coming of age, your rightful to the throne. It's in your blood. His beautiful, warm, delicious blood. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Young and ripe for the picking, a beautifully made little boy who equally was a son to the first Warlord - royal blood. 

Rosina began to salivate and quickly licked her slender mug and gave an ever soft whine. Would a future Warlord possibly spare his time for a little lady? There is food near, I smelt it in a hollow not far from here. But the cave is so dark and I would feel a whole lot better with a warrior at my side to patrol it. Her eyes widened in a puppy's begging manner, tail waving behind her.