Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

as angry as sobeille was, it did not stop the asp-like thought that slithered unwelcome into her head.

maleah. the crumbs of oleander petals. the shriek of the wind off the cliff as maleah's eyes grew heavy.

how hard, truly, could it be..?

he ate the entire of her gut's contents. sobeille watched with a sense of dark satisfaction.

the boy threw back his head in a cackle. i 'ope you like cubmeat. sobeille replied airily. whether it was a bluff or not, her body language did not say. with a swipe of her paw at his hindquarters sobeille rose, training her gaze on the distant waters. how long before he tested the waters, and by proxy, his birthright?