King Elk Forest the prisoner's throne

such lofty words get a lifted brow as reyna's response. she gave an amused hum, watching as tension leaves his hackles. men were easy, sometimes, the sight of a pretty face is enough to get them comfortable.

do you come as a spirit then? or even beyond that — a god? like a crane, her head leaned in to lay just between her paws. even if he wasn't, as there was only room for one god, the man looked to be sculpted by one.