Moonspear mighty lonely on my own in the city

Success—at least for her, Altair thought. He may not have understood just how it would benefit them in the long run just yet but the acceptance was not lost on him. He mirrored his father with much more enthusiasm, his tail wagging away, and broke his hold to stride up alongside of the trio of adults that stood before Tehama.

Wasn’t like there was much point in fearing that she was bad news or something, because if that had been the case then he was pretty sure she would have been run off. Or worse, as his mother had told them once or twice or many times before as to just what happened to the unsavory sorts that occasionally turned up at their borders.

And giving her a little tour too? He liked the idea of this, and his eyes set on his aunt and Bronco gleefully, almost imploring them to come along. He’d been good thus far, so obviously they’d come along, right?