Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

miette was scarcely two paces before tousaint relented.

aha! all part of her plan. her little evil eyes lit with fiendish delight, the spark gone by the time she whirled back around to face him.

miette would offer no such promise -- but today, she stayed her hand with an artful air of snobbery that would eventually become her trademark. no. you been sittin' on it. i don' want no schmelly 'ding. she announced with a flick of her tail and a huff, performing the wolf equivalent of collecting her skirt and storming off with her little nose scraping the clouds in disdain.