Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

It did not bother Blue so much that Lasher was protective of her. It was instinctual for him to do so, as all instincts dictated she belonged to him at the moment. Besides it was nice to have someone worry over her, make sure she was safe. It was something she hadn't had since she lived with her father.

The scream that tore from Junior caused Blue to start and quickly back up. She did not wish to become a chew toy if Junior woke up and hadn't realized who she was. She kept a gentle eye on the small child that hugged tight to Lasher's leg. Are you alright little one? She smelled the tell tale signs of fear and angst, both on him and the urine he released, but she chose to ignore it. He was after all just a child.

Junior! Junior! It's Aunt Willow, please let me finish fixing up your legs? Please. he last plea was quiet and soft, she was incredibly upset at this ordeal. The infection was so great it could kill the plateau princess and it bothered her to no end. She was anxious to completely heal her.