Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

sobeille scoffed to herself, irritated by the treachery of her own instincts. jadou’s counter went unanswered, largely because she lacked the battery life to deal with every minute aspect of their interaction.

she was considering how to best rid herself of her new shadow when said shadow spoke, prompting quiet reexamination. never once had sobeille given much thought to her looks; she felt, in many ways, she was the perfect amalgamation of sapphique’s blended heritage. while sapphique did not recognize fatherhood in the traditional sense, sobeille understood that there was one male figure in specific who was a little too affectionate to her maman for it to be coincidence.

okay, now you really be a dummy. sobeille teased, casting her muzzle to the air in fanning superiority. you don’t be knowing any black wolves in saffique?