Dragoncrest Cliffs RAGE FROM A QUEEN

miette was not far from the den when the snap of a twig underfoot caused her to freeze. she turned slowly, dinnerplate eyes wide as they drank in the dark.

she saw a silhouette in the gloom; her fur stood on end as she raised her head up and down, trying to get a better view — was it tousiant? a boogeyman? a loa? her little nose twitched as it worked through the many nighttime scents of dew and mold.

thinking her cover blown, miette hunched close to the ground.