Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

Six! To that, her lips curl into a bow as a snicker comes from the back of her throat. Oh, that's rough, she waves a paw. we have... hm, let's see-- Mireille has four, Chacal has four, and there's a handful of yearlings. Same boat as you. her expression softens knowingly. I'm sure you've got your hands full with 'em, huh?
She does not move from her post atop the treebark, but her collection of cobweb is now toyed with using the tip of her nail. Tell you what, honey-lemon gaze flickers upward to meet the mask-wearer. we'll make this a habit. We'll meet here in the tangle. You bring us meat, and I'll teach you what I know. Deal?