Shadewood nessun dorma

Themis felt a little weighed down.

Bullshit, if you asked her. Why couldn’t her children just. Develop outside her and not make her feel like a beached whale. But, she digressed, in the words of her predecessors…”eh. Life sucks.”

Song was what drew her from her maternal fussing over her den area. She dropped the stick she’d been using to carve out dirt in the front, twisting to follow the sound as it bounced through the trees. Themis was on it like a hound on the hunt, sliding effortlessly through the trees like liquid mercury.

At the end of her meandering roam, she found him, heading towards the borders she meticulously kept.

Hey. She said, going for suave, cool headed pack leader as she leaned against a nearby tree.

Youre a good singer.