Dragoncrest Cliffs RAGE FROM A QUEEN

Tousaint had been clever. But not clever enough.

The pair of crooks investigated the wooden bank. The treasure was sure to be here somewhere, hidden behind a vault of brambles. While the smallest sniffed around the base, her pale sidekick pushed through the safe, evidence, tufts of fur, snagged on the thorns. She reached the prize. A coveted fox tail. Reaching down to hand the loot to the other thief, she paused. A night breeze carried a scent. Security! Sirens wailed in the dark.

You smell that, Sobeille?