Duskfire Glacier queen's court

oh how it delighted her ears to hear proper speech, and not the usual oafish growling their kind so oft greeted her with!

but- she wouldn't yet show it! the loup spoke fine, and his immediate recognition of her status pleased her to a purr, yes, yet he were still an invader, and she'd need establish herself.

oui! the queen affirmed, head proudly lifted. je suis la reine madeline maryse simone du Feumont.

in lieu of flipping her locks, she flicked her whip.

et toi? non- firzt, descend. let me zake a gued look at you, noble.