Permafrost Hollows watermelon

mm, yet iz rhude to depart wi'zout, 'ow you zay... kuh-ztomz?

the queen was down among them with a thud, with all the weight of regal accoutrements, her posture swift to right itself.

chin lifted, she studied the loup, small smirk in one corner of her lips, amused glint in the eye matching it.

ee forgive zhis once, boot a queen's law must always be hon-ored, n'est-ce pas, monsieur imeut?

small lash and a light nod in the direction of her ebony companion.